Toward Mac. His breath hitched when he remembered the kiss they’d exchanged; she’d been cautious at first, and he’d compelled her when he should have wooed her. Next time, he’d keep his lust in check, use a little finesse, show her he wasn’t really a brute with a scarred face and no neck—even if that’s who he really was. “Shit!” he said as Rav Woodland stepped into her path. The young cop was weaving a little, half-drunk, and trembling as he offered her his embrace. The kid wanted to dance, and Mac already knew what she would do. Nessa stepped into the boy’s arms and let him sweep her away, but before she disappeared onto the dance floor, she gave Mac a shrug and a smile. “Watching you two is like watching two trains on a single track heading for a collision,” Daniel said. “It’s inevitable, it’s going to be colossal, and it’s impossible to pull my gaze away.”
