Page 13 of One Weekend On Mackinac Island

“But I heard?”

“Oh shit,” he hissed, his frustration evident as he raked his hand through his hair. “Scott.” The venom in his voice as he spat the name out left me momentarily stunned.

“What about him?”

“He used to call you that all the time. He deliberately used my nickname for you to get under my skin.”

“What a dick,” I spat.

“He’s definitely that.”

“Why are we friends with him?”

“We’re not, but we have to pretend to be because of our parents,” he stated.

I think it was time to have a talk with my parents about our frenemies. “I always thought you’d said that.”

His hands were rough and calloused, but warm as he cupped my face, the heat radiating from his palms spreading through me like a comforting wave. “I would never.”

His eyes, clear and open, held nothing but sincerity. “I believe you.”

His deep blue eyes held mine, then drifted down to my lips, causing my tongue to instinctively dart out to moisten them. The intensity of his gaze heightened, his expression shifting to a palpable heat. I was so on board with another scorching hot kiss.

My intentions were thwarted, though, because a voice unexpectedly hailed me. “Kat!” Tria yelled. “I need you.”

I jerked back as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Owen's smirk was directed at me, his eyes dancing withamusement. “Oh, shut up,” I muttered under my breath, my face burning as I realized I had likely just made a fool of myself acting so wantonly.

He let me off the hook when he promised, “Later.” That one word, said in his rich and rough voice, made my lady bits tingle. The fact that he was in a suit, sans tie, with his shirt open just enough at the top to reveal a bit of skin only made it hotter. “Now, go see what the bride wants.

With one last, lingering look at him over my shoulder, I went to find my best friend, who quickly pulled me inside to the bathroom.

“Oh, my God. It’s happening, isn’t it?” Tria exclaimed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, my God. Ohmygod. Omigod.” Her level of excitement rose with each word. “It is! I can’t believe it.”

“Jeez, Tria. Would you calm down? What are you babbling about?”

“You and Owen. Finally!” The heat of a blush hit my cheeks instantly and she noticed. “It’s really happening. Oh, my God,” she squealed.

“Tria,” I said, trying to contain my friend’s enthusiasm.

“Have you kissed yet?” My face grew hotter. “Oh, my God. You have!”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I’m your best friend. I can read you like a book. Your face says everything. How was it?” Jeez. At this point, I may as well paint the rest of my body to match my face. “Yeah, girl. I can tell it was hot.”

“Would you stop?” I loved Tria like a sister, but sometimes her excitement for all things sex related was a little over the top.

“So, what does this mean? Are you guys together? Are you going to sleep with him?”

“Why is everything always about sex with you?” I grumbled.

“Because sex rules when it’s with the right man.”

I cringed. I didn’t want to think about the type of sex she was having with my brother. The fact that she’d already shared some details about how generous of a lover he was still made my skin crawl.

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