Can't Walk Away by Molly McLain

Author:Molly McLain [McLain, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: friends to lovers, secret baby, sheriff, army, small town romance, Las Vegas, erotic romance, marriage of convenience, military romance
Publisher: Molly McLain Books, LLC
Published: 2015-02-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

I love you after he found out she was pregnant and a marriage proposal after the best sex of their lives.

Mark Dunn sure knew how to mess with a girl’s heart, didn’t he?

In keeping with their lighthearted banter before the fastest orgasm she’d ever had, she laughed. He laughed too, falling to her side and holding her tight.

He said nothing more. Neither did Ally. And she fell asleep not sure if he’d really meant what he said.

Waking up the next morning, Ally replayed that unexpected moment over and over again her head. Mark might’ve followed suit with her amused response, but there had been a rawness and sincerity in his voice that couldn’t be ignored. If he’d really meant to propose, wouldn’t he have said something more? Prompted her for an answer?

When he stumbled into the kitchen after his shower with a scowl on his face and a chip on his shoulder, her concern quadrupled. And she officially felt like shit for reacting the way she had.

“Morning, honey.” Anne toed up to kiss his cheek. “We’re just waiting on Gracie and then we’ll head out for breakfast.”

He grunted. “I’m not hungry. In fact, I think Ally and I are gonna head out a little earlier than planned.”

What?

From her perch at the island, Ally watched him stalk to the coffee pot, tension rolling off his shoulders. This was not good. And the ride home would be worse, because what could she say? She couldn’t pretend his proposal didn’t terrify her as much as it excited her, and something told her Mark wouldn’t want to hear about that lingering fear.

Anne frowned. “You promised me two full days of visiting, Mark Robert.”

“Yeah, well, Ally’s not feeling well, so...” He turned with his coffee cup in hand, his eyes going right to hers. A challenge. Revenge?

God, they needed to work on this communication thing. They would tear each other apart if they didn’t.

Anne swiveled her way. “You’re sick? You didn’t say anything.”

“Um...” Ally cleared her throat and waved Mark’s accusation away. “It’s nothing, really. Just too much stuffing yesterday, I think.”

Mark snorted behind his cup. “Stuffing. Yeah.”

Ally’s face went from cool to scorching in a second. A ball of pressure crept up her chest, settling low in her throat. Why was he doing this?

Anne looked from her son to Ally and back again. “Oh, dear God.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

All the color drained from Mark’s face, regret for opening his big, fat mouth, flashing in his eyes. Too late, Sheriff.

“Sorry for the hold up.” Grace breezed into the room with Tony and Brianna on her tail. “Bri decided she hated her outfit so much, she needed to throw up on it.”

Neither Ally nor Mark moved, the two of them caught in a web of hyper-awareness with his mother.

Anne cleared her throat. “Grace, why don’t you and Tony head out with Brianna? We’ll meet up with you at the restaurant.”

Five minutes later, the front door closed, leaving the house in complete silence.

Anne spoke first, her sharp focus on Mark.

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