Post-coital clarity hit Mackenzie once her clothes were back on and they were out of that intimate little booth that was permeated with the heat of their passion and the lingering sex hormones charging the electric air.

Her face was in a permanent state of heat and a rosy blush, as she could not forget how nasty things had gotten in there.

They were walking along the dimly lit parking lot, and her hazel eyes slid sideways to glance at Chase. But he was already gazing at her, ...