Before going to bed, I needed to find a hiding place for my diary so no one would stumble across it and stop our plans.
I knew the perfect place!
Chapter 17
Mack couldn’t get Rose and Jacob out of her thoughts, and thinking about them brought tears to her eyes. She ended up cooking the eggs for breakfast in tears.
“Hey, Mack!” Dean said in greeting as he walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee pot. He pulled up short when he saw the streaks on her face. Changing direction, he went straight up to her, and after looking closely, wiped the tears away with his thumbs.
He removed the pan from the burner and turned it off just as he pulled her into his arms. “Mack, what’s wrong? Why are you upset?”
She couldn’t answer and just burrowed her face deeper into Dean’s chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist while she sobbed.
A few minutes later, she pulled away and went to the sink to splash cold water on her face, stopping briefly as she heard Thomas outside talking, probably on his cell. “It’s something and nothing. Please don’t say anything?”
Dean frowned. “Okay, are you all right now?”
“Actually, I think I am, but a good morning kiss might make me feel so much better.” She stood right in front of him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned down for a very quick kiss, too quick.
“Auntie Mack, are you really doing kissing things with Dean?”
“Oh, my God!” She turned crimson while Dean just grinned and walked over to Lucas doing the high five thing.
“How’s it going, champ?”
“Good. I slept in today,” Lucas replied, trying to see out of the window, obviously looking for Thomas.
“Thomas will be in soon, Lucas. I think he’s talking on his cell.”
“I wish he’d hurry up.”
Just then, the back door opened and in walked Thomas. “Morning, folks.”
He walked over and gave Mack a bunch of peonies.
She leaned over to give Thomas a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I think you need to marry me, Thomas.” He was so sweet and would make an amazing grandfather.
“Hey, not funny. He can get his own girl. You’re mine.” Dean pulled Mack into his arms, laughing.
Suddenly, she was all serious and looked up at Dean. “Am I really?”
Dean stopped laughing and caressed Mack’s face. He pushed the hair back from her forehead. “Mack, I’ve never felt like this before, but I’m starting to think, that maybe, yes, you are.” He placed a lingering kiss to her lips.
“Auntie Mack, are you making breakfast?”
Thomas chuckled. “I think she wants to be making something else, buddy.”
All flustered, she pulled away from Dean and finished making breakfast while she was deep in thought.
Mack wondered what the hell she was doing. How did this happen? Why did this, with Dean, feel so right? Never in her life had she been so attracted to anyone. Dean had popped into her life twenty-four hours ago. How in the heck had he managed to get under her skin so quickly? When he kissed her, she practically swooned at his feet.
Dean, meanwhile, was thinking about the mess he’d made for himself, and how he really needed to come clean about his name before his relationship could go any further with Mack. When she asked if she was his girl, his heart had flipped. Looking into her eyes, he knew he would do just about anything to make her his.
Mack was finally composed and turned from the stove to place the eggs, bacon, and biscuits onto the table.
“Okay, folks. Can we eat without mentioning anything unpleasant?” She caught a smile on Thomas’s face as she took her seat and started to load her plate with food.
“This looks great.”