Chapter 88

Back at the house, Marcy opened the door only to have Dan’s hands land on her hips and spin her sideways, trapping her against the entryway wall.

There was a sliver of surprise, but mostly she felt him, heat radiating off his chest, the pressure of his fingers through the fabric of her shirt, and the erratic rhythm of his breathing.

“You hungry?” he said, voice already lower than usual.

“A little,