Dare to Tempt - Carly Phillips Page 0,64
Prescott and Evie Wolfe’s engagement party, their asses tight and faces gorgeous. Macy had to admit she’d come up in the world since meeting Brianne Prescott at an exercise class and becoming fast friends.
“Eew.” Brianne wrinkled her nose in disgust at Macy’s comment. “Three of those men are my brothers you’re talking about.”
“Oh come on. Besides them. Look around you. You can’t deny the hotness.”
Brianne, a publicist at Dare Nation, a sports agency owned by her brother and uncle, was used to dealing with professional athletes while Macy had been taken out of her comfort zone. But going to football games and other PR events gave her a social life she wouldn’t otherwise have in between raising her fifteen year old sister, and for that she was grateful.
Champagne glass in hand, more for appearance sake because she needed to drive home and be sober, Macy looked around. She immediately caught sight of people heading towards them from the hallway. Damon, Evie and Jaxon Prescott, Bri’s Major League Baseball player sibling, the word player having more than one connotation in his case, were laughing as they approached.
Jaxon’s reputation for partying and sleeping around was legendary. Of all the Prescott brothers, Jaxon was the best looking, at least in Macy’s mind. Clean cut, jet black hair, chiseled features, full lips she wouldn’t mind kissing, and muscles galore, he’d tempt a saint.
But Macy didn’t take Jaxon’s occasional flirting seriously. She was his sister’s friend and regardless he was a ladies’ man in every sense of the word. Not that Macy had time for a relationship or even an affair, which put off most men. They didn’t have patience with the responsibilities that came with being a parent to her sister. Not that Macy resented it. She loved her troublemaking sibling and had been Emma’s primary caregiver even before their father died over six months ago.
As Damon, Evie and Jaxon stepped out of the hallway, they nearly collided with Macy and Bri.
“Hi,” Macy said, gripping her champagne glass to prevent it from spilling. It took all her willpower to keep from staring at Jaxon and she smiled at the three of them together, her gaze not lingering on any one person.
“Hi, ladies,” Jaxon said, his gaze sliding over her, making Macy shiver. “You’re looking good, Macy. White looks great with your tan. Hot.”
She blinked, shocked he’d noticed the white halter dress she’d taken an hour to choose but she knew better than to take his words for more than they were. A throwaway compliment. Jaxon flirted with anything in a skirt. However she couldn’t deny that his comment had give her a light, fluttering feeling in her stomach. “Thanks, Jaxon.”
“So what were you three whispering about?” Bri finally asked.
“Just asking Jaxon what he’s been doing,” Damon said.
“You mean who he’s been doing,” Bri muttered.
Macy stifled a laugh and Jaxon narrowed his gaze at his sister. This was their usual dynamic, Bri calling him out, Jaxon getting not seriously annoyed but letting her know he didn’t appreciate the jab.
“Come on, Macy. Let me introduce you to a few people from work. I think you’ll like Adam Martsoff.” Bri ushered Macy away from her brother and she didn’t mind. It couldn’t hurt to meet a nice guy.
Unfortunately, she spent the next few minutes talking to a pleasant, if boring agent from Dare Nation, when her cell phone rang and she gratefully excused herself to take the call.
She saw her sister’s name on the screen. “Hi, Em. What’s up?”
“I’m bored at home. I want to go to the mall with Talia.”
Macy sighed. “You’re grounded, Em. You’re lucky I didn’t take away your laptop or phone. Then you’d really know what bored meant. Just sit tight.”
“You’re so unfair,” Emma whined.
Macy rolled her eyes at the teenage dramatics. “Next time don’t lie to me about where you are. I can’t talk now. I’ll be home in time for dinner. Bye.” Disconnecting the call, she closed her eyes and groaned.
It wasn’t easy raising a teenager alone and she really missed her dad, who’d been killed by a drunk driver on his way home from work. Although he hadn’t been a very hands-on parent, there had at least been two of them against a willful teen.
At the sound of yelling from across the room, she opened her eyes to see Bri and Jaxon mid-argument. Concerned, Macy headed across the room, stopping short when family got there first.
“What’s wrong?” Damon asked them.
“Ask Jaxon.” Bri folded her arms across her chest, her glare