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She grimaced. “I’m closing. Won’t get off until after eleven. Probably too late for me to drive out here.”

He agreed. He didn’t want her on the road alone that late. “So I’ll meet you at your place after.”

“Really?” Her face reflected pure delight.

“Give me your key. I’ll meet you in your bed at eleven-fifteen.”

“Naked,” she said resolutely. “I want you to be naked. My place, my turn to be lady of the manor.”

Hank chuckled. “I look forward to watching you try.”

“I’m sure you do.” Her tone and expression told him she already knew it was a lost cause. He’d never handed the reins over in the bedroom and he didn’t intend to start now. Old dog. New tricks. Not happening. But knowing his girl, she was still going to give it a run for her money.

“Your family going to give you a hard time when you go back to work?”

Macie shrugged. “They’ll probably tease me a little bit. My dad will caution me not to scare you away like all the other fellas in town. But other than that…well…let’s face it, what you and I have going on here is vanilla city compared to Jeannette and her firefighters, and Tyson’s new relationship with Harley and Caleb.”

“I’ve never been called vanilla before.”

She laughed. “Aw. Did I hurt your big studly male pride?”

He tickled her as she fought to escape, trying to squirm away. Hank guided her to her back on the couch once more, covering her. “Don’t poke the bear.”

She drove one finger into his waist a few times. “Poke. Poke.”

Hank recalled Macie’s concern over her one-night stand with Porter and her need to be completely honest with him. He owed her the same. He remained above her, caging her beneath him. His actions weren’t as subconscious as they should be. In truth, he was making sure she couldn’t run if she didn’t like what he told her next.

“You ever consider a threesome?” he asked.

Macie snorted. “In case you failed to notice, Hank, I’ve spent this long finding just one guy who could tolerate me with my constant chatter, off-color humor and never-ending opinions. By the way, I’m not sure what that says about you. You might want to consider talking to a therapist.”

He chuckled at her joke. “I’m being serious. Pretend it’s in the realm of possibility. Would you want to do that?”

“Are you worried this is a family trait?”

“Do I sound worried?”

Something sparked in her eyes and he watched as she processed his question. “Have you ever?” She paused and reconsidered. “But no. You couldn’t. You and Sharon. Never mind.”

“I’ve done the threesome thing, Macie.”

Her eyes went wide. “Seriously? When? With who? How the hell did you manage to keep that a secret in this town?”

“With Sharon. And Porter.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to piece together what he was telling her. Before she could get too carried away, he quickly explained, not wanting her to jump to the wrong conclusions.

“Sharon wanted to try it. So Porter and I surprised her on her birthday. Don’t get me wrong, Mace. Sharon and me, we were a couple. Just the two of us. But Porter, well, every now and then, he’d join us in bed.”

“So it was more sex position than relationship?”

He shrugged. “I guess that’s one way to say it.”

“Did you and Porter?—”

Hank shook his head. “We were there for Sharon. Not each other.”

If he expected to render Macie speechless, he was a fool. Nothing seemed to knock her down.