But he couldn’t let her go, again, thinking he didn’t enjoy their kiss.
She jumped in her car and started backing out before his head cleared from kissing her. Forcing his feet to move, he ran to his car and hauled ass out of the lot to follow her. She was up ahead of him, a ways ahead, but he darted in and out of traffic to keep her car in his sights. When she turned off the main road into a neighborhood, Mac slowed down but stayed close.
He followed from a bit of a distance but not so far that he didn’t see her pull into a driveway and drive right into the garage, then close the door behind her.
Mac turned around at the end of the street and parked in the street in front of her house. Another car was in the driveway and he half wondered if she had a date, or a boyfriend. But she wouldn’t have kissed him if she did.
Mac took a deep breath and pushed out of his car. He rang her bell and waited. He heard voices inside before the door swung open, revealing a woman who looked similar enough to Christine for him to believe they were related, but older, making him assume she was Christine’s mother.
“May I help you?” she asked politely, clearly unaware of who he was. A noise came from behind her and she bent to scoop up Angela, Christine’s daughter.
“Um, I’m a friend of Christine’s. We, uh, we work together.”
“Oh, well, I’m Phyllis. Her mom. This is Angela, her daughter. Why don’t you come in out of the rain. We’re about to have dinner. Will you join us?”
“Oh, I’m not-”
“Mom, who’s at the door?” Christine said, coming down the stairs. She’d changed from her heels and tight skirt into a pair of shorts that were impossibly short and a t-shirt that hung off her shoulder, revealing that she wore nothing beneath.
Mac wasn’t sure he’d ever breathe again.
Christine stopped on the bottom step when she noticed him in her home. “What are you doing here?”
Phyllis looked between the two of them and raised an eyebrow at her daughter. Mac watched the exchange, noting Christine’s subtle shake of her head. “We’ll go check on dinner,” Phyllis said, carrying Angela away from where the two stood, staring at each other.
“What are you doing here?” Christine asked again. “How did you know where I lived?”
Mac could answer the second question easier than the first, even though he knew she wouldn’t like the answer. “I followed you. I didn’t want you to think… well, exactly what you thought. I’m sorry. God, I wanted to kiss you. And I didn’t want to stop. But I meant what I said before. I would have given up the job if it meant I could have a chance with you. That hasn’t changed. It’s not going to change. I’ll quit tonight, right now, if it will prove to you that I want you more than I want to work for you. It’s your choice, Christine. Tell me now. Is there any way you feel the same?”