She’s ready to
shed her good-girl ways…
“You’re all about following the rules now?
“Pity.”
Mackenzie Wallace hopes there’s still some bad boy lurking beneath single father Danny Adams’s upright exterior. Being the proverbial good girl left her brokenhearted and alone in the past. Now she’s back in town and wants excitement with her high school crush—not love. Dan knows their connection runs deep, despite Mackenzie’s protests. But will their new personas work together—especially when Dan’s secret is exposed?
“You’re all about following the rules now?
“Pity.”
Mackenzie Wallace hopes there’s still some bad boy lurking beneath single father Danny Adams’s upright exterior. Being the proverbial good girl left her brokenhearted and alone in the past. Now she’s back in town and wants excitement with her high school crush—not love. Dan knows their connection runs deep, despite Mackenzie’s protests. But will their new personas work together—especially when Dan’s secret is exposed?
EXCERPT:
Dan returned,
thankfully ending the conversation. He handed her a glass, but it wasn’t beer.
“I thought you might want some water to
hydrate yourself from all your…uh…activity.”
“In other words, you agree I’ve had enough
beer tonight? You’re right—this is not a typical Friday night for me.”
Remembering she was here to start a more fun-loving life, she lifted her chin.
“At least it wasn’t before tonight.”
Owen leaned forward to make himself heard over
the music. “Hey, Dan, you bike, right? A bunch of us are going to do the loop
around the lake Sunday. Wanna join us?”
Mack’s eyes went wide. “Dan, you still have
your motorcycle? I used to love the way that thing rumbled…”
Kiara’s eyebrows rose,
and Mack realized she sounded gushy. But she hadn’t thought of Dan pulling up
behind the liquor store on that dark red Harley of his in a long time. He’d
been every teenage girl’s bad-boy dream—handsome, reckless and restless. She
used to run to the back window when she heard him coming, just to watch him
pull that helmet off and run his fingers through his hair, wearing those tight
jeans.
Was it hot in here, or was it her memories
that were heating her up right now? She gulped down the cold water, nearly
emptying the glass in one pull. Dan was saying something. Oh, damn. Dan was
talking and she wasn’t even listening…
“…think Owen’s referring to bicycles, not motorcycles.” He nodded
toward Owen. “I’ve got Chloe this weekend, so I’ll have to pass.” His mouth
slanted into a half grin as he turned back to Mack. “But yes, I still have the
old Harley. It’s been in mothballs for a few years, but I can’t seem to part
with that last vestige of my misspent youth.”
That bad boy might
still be in there…
“You know, I’ve never been on a motorcycle.
You should give me a ride sometime…”
Dan coughed and the others laughed. That
wasn’t the kind of ride she’d meant,
of course. Or was it? Rather than apologize, she just met his gaze and
shrugged.
There was a spark of something in his eyes.
Interest? He closed them and shook his head, as if chasing away whatever
thoughts she’d put there.
About the
author Jo McNally:
Jo McNally lives in upstate New York with
100 pounds of dog and 200 pounds of husband – her slice of the bed is very
small. When she's not writing or reading romance novels (or clinging to the
edge of the bed...), she can often be found on the back porch sipping wine with
friends, listening to an eclectic playlist. If the weather is perfect, she
might join her husband on the golf course, where she always feels far more
competitive than her actual skill-level would suggest.
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