Chapter Ninety-Five

Kelsey

Mack’s hand fell from my waist. “Finished at the party already?”

Gary’s scowl deepened at Mack’s response. 

My face was flushed as red as their Santa suits, and as much as I willed myself to look up at them and make up an excuse, I couldn’t move my eyes from the bells on the tips of my slippers. I have no idea how Mack remained calm and collected as if we weren’t just fucking in one of the janitor’s closets.

“Well?” Mindy prodded.

Mack stepped past me. “Well, what? I was looking for a wipe to clean off my sleeve. A kid got crushed up candy cane all over me.”

He held up his wrist, and sure enough, there was a sticky mess. I stared at it along with Gary and Mindy, slightly surprised he hadn’t already complained about it. Mack wasn’t one for messes, and threw fits if things weren’t tidy and in order to his standards.

Gary’s face softened some,