Two
“Where the hell are my clothes?” Bailey stood in the resort bathroom just outside the ballroom where she had changed earlier. There were no signs of her jeans, sweater, or boots.
She shivered and rubbed her bare arms as goosebumps broke out on her skin. Had Cheryl taken her clothes? She could go back in the ballroom, but Mack was there. She didn’t want to see him. How unfair was it that guys could be so cute in high school, and then ten years later they were hot enough to melt the panties off every woman in a half-mile radius by simply breathing? Not only that, but it was clear he was even more of a flirt than ever.
When they were kids, he had always teased her. He used to mess up her hair in the hallway when he knew she spent an hour each morning trying to tame it before school. Th
