Vision in White (Bride Quartet #1)(72)

Still, both of them froze, and both shot him stares of mingled horror and embarrassment. Then even that connection shattered as Mac's eyes shifted to misery, and Linda's to sly calculation. 

"Well, well. Mackensie didn't mention she had company. And such handsome company, too. Mackensie, where are your manners? You'd think she'd been raised in a barn. I'm Linda Barrington, Mackensie's mother." She stayed where she was, but held out a hand. "And I'm delighted to meet you."

"Carter Maguire." He crossed to her, took her hand. When he would have shaken it, she sandwiched his between hers.

"Good morning, Carter. Where did Mac happen to find you?"

"I like to think I found her."

"Aren't you the charmer?" With a light laugh, she tossed her hair. "Are you from Greenwich, Carter?"

"Yes. My family's here."

"Maguire, Maguire. I wonder if I know them. Mackensie, for heaven's sake, get the man some coffee. Sit down, Carter." She patted the seat of a stool in invitation. "And tell me everything."

"I wish there was time, but Mackensie and I have to get ready for an event."

"Oh? Are you a photographer, too?"

"No, just helping out."

She let her gaze sweep over him, quick and flirtatious. "You certainly look helpful. At least keep me company while I have my coffee and Mac goes up to dress. Mac, go up and put yourself together. You look like a ragamuffin."

"I was just thinking how pretty you look," Carter said to Mac. "So Sunday morning."

Linda let out a light laugh. "I said you were a charmer. I can always spot them. Watch your step, Mackensie. Someone might steal this one. Now, Carter, sit right down here and tell me all about yourself. I insist."

"Take the car." Mac grabbed her keys out of the basket on the counter. "Take the car and go."

"Really, Mackensie, there's no need to be rude." But Linda took the keys.

"You want the car, you've got the keys. Offer holds for exactly thirty seconds."

Chin lifted, Linda picked up her coat. "I apologize for my daughter's behavior, Carter."

"No need. No need at all."

"Better hope this one's tolerant, or you'll end up alone. Again." With a last glance at Mac, Linda sailed out.

"Well. That was bracing. I wish you hadn't given her the keys," he began and started toward her.

Mac threw up a hand to stop him. "Don't. Please don't. I'm sorry you got caught in the middle of that, but please don't."

"Please don't what?"

"Anything." She lifted her hand a little higher as she took a step back. "I don't know what I was thinking. God knows what I was thinking. I told myself it was a mistake. I knew I should stop it, just stop it before it got this complicated. But I got caught up. It's my fault."

"I take it you're not talking about your mother anymore."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Carter. This? This you and me thing? It can't go anywhere. It can't go where you want it to. It's not you, it's-"

"Don't." He cut her off. "Don't make it a cliché. You're better than that. We're better than that."

"It is me." Because her voice wanted to break, she sharpened it. "I'm not equipped for this. I'm not the long-haul girl. I'm the one who panics and runs out of your house because it got a little too comfortable."

"Ah. That explains that."

"That's me. Do you get it? I'm not what you're looking for."

"You can tell me what you want, Mackensie, but not what I want."



       
         
       
        

"Of course I can. You're . . . infatuated enough to imagine we've got a future. To want one. You're traditional to your bones, Carter, and it won't take long for you to want a solid commitment, marriage, family, the house, and the three-legged cat. It's how you're wired, and I'm telling you the wires got crossed with me."

She tossed the whisk she'd yet to use in the sink. "You don't even know me. This has been a flirtation, a sexual buzz, a reflection of something old. A crush that intrigued you and flattered me, and we've let it go too far too fast. We're rushing along here to nowhere because the road's been smooth. But there are potholes and bumps. God, we haven't even had a fight, so how can we think-"

"That's all right," he interrupted. "We're about to. I'm not sure who you think less of at this moment, yourself or me. Do I want commitment, marriage, family, the house, and the damn cat-which I already have, thanks. I do, eventually. That doesn't make me an idiot."