Macy Beckett - Make You Mine

Beau clutched his heart in mock agony. “Darlin’, you know how to cut a man to the core.”

“Please.” She handed back her martini and pushed off the rail. “You’re indestructible, and I’m done here.”

He lifted the martini glass toward her. “At least take your drink.”

“Keep it.” She took another step back. “I meant it when I said I’ve had better.”

Her words were foam bullets, softened by the tremor in her voice. Clearly, Beau wasn’t the only one with unresolved feelings.

Beau toasted her with the martini and took a sip. “It’s too tart. But I’ll get it right next time.” Marc had a feeling his brother was talking about more than the drink, and judging by the redness spreading across her face, Devyn knew it, too.

“I can make my own martinis.” She left him with one shaky command before charging toward the buffet. “So do us both a favor and disappear again.”

Beau grinned as he eagle-eyed the sway of her hips. “Disappear again?” he muttered to himself. “Not a chance.”

Marc gathered Allie into his arms, feeling her breathy laughter against his throat. He was pretty sure they were sharing the same thought—that Beau would have a fight on his hands if he wanted a second chance with his ex.

But if Devyn was anything like her sister, the fight would be worth it.

A thousand times over.