“Thank you.” He placed a hand on her lower back, and his body buzzed at the contact.
Holy shit, what was it with this woman? He needed to get her out of here immediately. He stepped in front of her and led her to the garage, opening the door and hitting the button on the wall.
They reached the car and she turned to face him. He could see her struggling with some internal thought.
Finally she said, “Last night really was incredible.” Leaning over, she pressed her mouth to his, swiping her tongue over his lips, the kiss lasting longer than he thought she’d planned.
Then she ducked her head and climbed into the car, immediately starting the engine, then reversing and driving away as fast as she possibly could.
Chapter Three
Thank God Hannah wasn’t coming home until this afternoon, because Macy needed the time to pull herself together and process last night. She had a huge project she needed to work on today. As a web designer, she made her own hours, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have deadlines. Whether she’d be able to focus or not was another story.
She barely recognized the woman she’d been with Jaxon. She’d been open and sexual and she’d never be the same again. But she needed to shower, sit down to work, and put it behind her, all of which she did. Then, with a glass of iced tea and her laptop open, she settled in. But instead of being able to design, her mind was full of memories of him pounding into her, giving her pleasure and taking his own, along with the delicious aches and pains in her body that reminded her of every moment with Jaxon Prescott.
She was still staring at a mostly empty screen when Hannah came home from her friend’s, dropped off by a parent. She left her overnight bag in the laundry room and walked into the kitchen, where Macy sat, still trying to work.
“Hi. How was your night at Holly’s?” Macy asked.
“Fine.” Hannah opened the pantry, pulled out a box of cereal, grabbed milk from the fridge, and sat across from Macy as she poured herself a bowl.
Instead of making conversation, Hannah shoved spoonful after spoonful into her mouth, her focus on her cell phone. Instagram was her app of choice, and Macy knew better than to interrupt her every-five-minute check for likes.
After a few minutes of silence, Macy’s creative energy kicked in, and she started to work, diving into a new premise she thought her client, a restaurant owner, would love.
“Holy shit! You’re Insta-famous!” Hannah said loudly, staring at her screen.
“What are you talking about?” Macy had her own Instagram account and opened the app. “What are you looking at?”
“TNZ says you spent the night at Jaxon Prescott’s, the baseball player, and there’s a picture of you doing the walk of shame after. I don’t know whether to say eew or be impressed,” Hannah said, her eyes wide.
Macy searched TNZ and found the photo. She stood by her car in Jaxon’s driveway wearing last night’s wrinkled dress, her hair a ratty mess, Jaxon in the sweats he’d pulled on to walk her outside. The photographer must have been well hidden, because neither one of them had seen him, or she never would have initiated the kiss that got caught on camera.
Her cheeks flushed and burned as she faced her sister. “I don’t know what to say.” She’d thought her night would be personal and private. A joke considering everything Jaxon did seemed to be caught on camera. He was the playboy the press loved to watch, and she was caught in the chaos.
Hannah studied her with wide brown eyes. “You barely date. I can’t believe you were with a hot jock. Wait until my friends see! I’m going to share it!”
“No!” Macy shook her head. “Please?”
“What’s the difference? It’s public! Everyone will see it anyway. This is going to get me so many likes,” she said, going ahead with her share despite Macy’s feelings.
Before she could react, her cell rang. Seeing Bri’s name, Macy’s stomach churned, and she drew a deep breath before answering. “Hello?”
“You slept with my brother?” Bri’s voice carried, and Hannah stared, clearly interested in the fallout.
Macy rose and took the call in the family room. “It just happened. We were talking at the party, he was down from you guys getting on him about the brawl, I … have some issues I haven’t told you about yet, and we left to get dinner. One thing led to another…” She trailed off, figuring enough was enough. Bri had already figured the rest out for herself.
“Yeah, I got that from the photo.”
“Jaxon can’t even get privacy at his own home?”
Bri let out a long sigh. “You wouldn’t believe the lengths the paparazzi will go to. I wouldn’t be shocked if one was in a tree to get that shot.”
“Well, this is awkward,” Macy muttered.
“You’re an adult. I’m not judging you. I just wish Jax would learn some discretion. Even he knows anywhere outside isn’t safe.”
“I guess he wasn’t thinking?” Before Bri could jump on that comment, Macy went on. “Is this going to get him in more trouble?”
Bri said something to someone and then replied, “Sorry. I was talking to Austin. I don’t know. He just doesn’t know the meaning of lying low.”
“It seems to me a lot of these incidents aren’t his fault.”
“But they call attention to him anyway. He’s got a list a mile long. And listen to you, all #TeamJaxon,” Bri said, laughing.
At least she wasn’t pissed at Macy. And she hoped Bri wasn’t angry at Jaxon, either.
“Listen, I have another call. Talk later.” Bri disconnected, and Macy returned to the kitchen to find Hannah talking on the phone.
“Yeah, isn’t it cool? The Jaxon Prescott, pitcher for the Miami Eagles,” she said.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Mom,” Hannah said and turned away to continue chatting.
Macy winced and lowered herself into a chair. Hannah had no idea her
