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" And I need something for the bake sale this afternoon," she added.
"What bake sale?"
Another eye roll, accompanied by a foot stomp. "Daddy! The fundraiser for the eighth grade trip to Washington, DC! I've told you about a hundred times."
I jumped off the bed and hitched up my flannel pajama pants. "Eighth grade! What the fuck, Millie, you're only in sixth. That trip is two years away--no wonder I filed that under Forget This Immediately." I went over to my dresser and grabbed a USMC sweatshirt, pulling it on over my T-shirt.
That earned me a heavy sigh. "That's a dollar in the jar, Dad."
"No, it's not! I was only at fifty cents."
"The F word is a whole dollar, Daddy," Felicity informed me.
"Oh, right." I paused. "You know what? It's worth it. "
― Melanie Harlow , Irresistible (Cloverleigh Farms, #1)
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" I turned onto my side, pulling the blanket up over my shoulder and closing my eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been lying there when I felt a hand on my hip. I opened my eyes and saw Mack crouched next to me, balanced on the balls of his feet. Shirtless. My breath caught. He put a finger to his lips. My heart started to pound. Was this real or a dream? Without wanting to know for sure, I put my hand in his and rose from the couch. He led me through the dining room and into his bedroom, closing the door soundlessly behind me. “Mack. What are you doing?” I whispered. Instead of answering, he pushed me back against the door and kissed me hard and deep, his arms caging me on either side. “I changed my mind.” “Why?” “Because I’ve been lying here for fucking hours and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.” His voice was quiet but gravelly, more growl than whisper. “But you said—” “I know what I said. But I’ve decided I’d rather be reckless than responsible tonight. If you’re in, I’m in.” I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. “I’m in. "
― Melanie Harlow , Irresistible (Cloverleigh Farms, #1)