“Macca!”
He looked over with a smile as he saw Abby, Kent’s Little girl, waving at him. As she drew closer, he frowned down at her.
“Abby, where are your gloves? And your hat? Your coat?” he scolded as he watched her dance around from foot to foot to try to get warm. Even though the sun was out today, the wind had a distinct chill to it.
“Oh. I didn’t think it was so cold out.” She pushed her hands deep into her jeans to keep them warm.
Macca took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shivering frame.
“You d-don’t need to d-do that.” Her teeth chattered together.
“You need to get yourself inside quick before you become a giant popsicle.”
She giggled and the sound made him smile.
“I will. I’m j-just off to f-find Kent.”
“He’s inside. He’s not going to be impressed by your lack of warm clothing, though.” He gave her a knowing look and she blushed. “Guess a spanking will warm you up, though, huh?”
“Macca!” She rolled her eyes as her cheeks went bright pink.
“Come on, I’ll walk you inside.”
“Now, I’m thinking I should turn around and go back home.”
“Nope, I want to see Kent’s reaction.”
As though they’d conjured him up, the other man opened the door and stepped out with a frown. “Macca, I—Abby!” Kent’s face immediately lightened and he smil
ed at the woman standing next to Macca. Then his frown returned. “Where’s your hat? And your scarf? Is that Macca’s jacket?”
“Um. Yes. I may have underestimated how cold it was out here.”
“Little girl, get your butt inside now,” Kent growled at her, smacking said butt as she walked past him. Abby let out a squeal that made Macca grin. When she was inside with the door shut, Kent turned to him. “I’ll return the jacket.”
Macca waved his hand in dismissal.
“Macca, I just wanted to say it’s not a punishment, forcing you to take a downtime.”
“I know, chief. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He forced a cheery grin, ignoring Kent’s concerned look.
The other man didn’t need to be worried about him and his state of mind. He gave a wave to his boss before heading off to his cabin. Stepping inside, he was grateful someone had come in and lit the fire.
Unpacking his duffel, because he hated things not being in their right place, he pulled out his phone. Shit. He forgot that it had died before they’d even left Guatemala. He should have charged it on the plane.
He plugged it in and put the rest of his stuff away. His phone beeped, letting him know he had a message. He frowned when he saw he’d missed a call from his father. What could that old bastard want? He played the voice message.
“Alexander, it’s your father.” Macca rolled his eyes at his stiff, formal tone. “I’m calling about your grandmother. She’s very ill. We’ve placed her into hospice care. If you want to see her before she dies, you’d best hurry home.”
What? Fuck!
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Penny’s grandson was stunningly gorgeous.
Too bad he was also a rude asshole.
Gigi stared at the bad-tempered man, working hard not to show her fear. Her hands trembled slightly so she clasped them together. A wave of dizziness assaulted her. Skipping breakfast this morning hadn’t been the best decision. But she’d slept in late and hadn’t wanted to miss the bus. That would have put her whole day out of whack, considering she’d had to make a connecting bus then walk twenty minutes to the hospice.