Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(103)

“Ugh. I can’t with you two,” Macy groaned.

Mitch laughed. “Baby, all he did was smile at her.”

“But I know what that smile means.”

“What? It’s a smile. Why are you adding meaning where there is none?” Mal asked.

She waved him off as she took a sip of her drink. “All I’m sayin’ is with the way Lee here can’t keep her eyes off your ass, and you looking at her like that.” She stopped and frowned over at me. “And where is your other hand?”

“It’s busy,” Mal answered for me. “I think motherhood is turning you into a prude.” He said before taking another drink of his beer.

“No, it’s just you,” Macy replied, scrunching up her nose at him.

“Lee, next time we should go out and leave them to bicker at home.”

“I agree.” I reached across the table to clink my glass against Mitch's beer bottle. “In fact, let’s leave them now. I wanna dance.”

Mitch looked momentarily surprised but he took another drink, and then kissed Macy on the cheek before climbing off the stool to join me. We didn’t go too deep onto the dancefloor and still had a clear view of the table. Mal moved over to my vacated seat, and the two of them watched us.

“Any other woman and Macy would kick my ass for this,” Mitch laughed.

I nodded in agreement. We settled into an easy rhythm, having fun and laughing each time we looked back to see the siblings no doubt talking crap about us.

“Hey, Mitch, have you ever done tattoo removal?”

“Not many, but I can. Why?”

“And scars?”

“Not usually, but every case is different.”

“No, I meant scar removal, if that’s an option.”

He stopped dancing. “Not impossible, but it can be tricky. Why all the questions?”

I looked over my shoulder at Macy, and he followed my line of sight.

“Okay, if it’s something you don’t want me to tell her, then you need to make an appointment. Doctor confidentiality and all that’ll help me feel as though I’m not hiding stuff from her. You know how she is, especially when it comes to you.”

I nodded then turned and linked my arm with his as we headed back to the table. “I wouldn’t put you in that position. She knows about the tattoo.”

“But not the scar.” I shook my head. “Okay, well come by to see me if you want, and we can discuss.”

I smiled at him. “Do I get the friends and family discount?”

He gave a hearty laugh and nodded his head. “Sure, sure. The rich folk always want the discounts.”

“Discounts on what?” Macy asked when we got back to the table.

Mitch reached for one of Macy’s fries and shot me a look. I settled back into my seat. Mal slipped his hand around my waist, resting it on my hip.

“What are you two cooking up?”

“Nothing.” I grabbed my glass and took a drink. “Just thinking about getting some work done.”

Macy choked on the fry she’d just put in her mouth. “What?”

“What? What? Why is that so shocking?”

“Because it is. You aren’t that kind of person.”

“What kind of person?”

“The kind so wrapped up in her looks that she’d go under the knife.”

“For once, Macy and I agree on something,” Mal chimed in.

Macy turned to her husband. “You told her no, right?”

He picked up his bottled, and guzzled the remaining contents. “I’m gonna get another.”

Macy grabbed his arm. “Oh no you don’t, mister.”

I laughed and shot a quick side glance at Mal. “Nothing major, geez. Just maybe one of those Brazilian butt lifts.”

“I like your ass as it is, and any work you get on it means time I can’t grab it.”

Reaching up, I cupped his cheek with one hand, and pulled him toward me. “You say the sweetest things,” I said before giving him a quick kiss.

Macy pretended to gag and Mitch took the opportunity to make an escape, “You want another?” he asked, pointing at me and Mal. We nodded.

Macy turned her attention to me after he’d walked off. “So, what’s the deal, Lee?”

I reached for Mal’s hand, shifting my gaze between the two of them. “I asked him about tattoo removal.” I smiled at Mal. “Happy? My ass won’t be out of commission.”

He laughed and nodded. “Very.” He gave my hand a light squeeze, then leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered.

Reaching up, I stroked the side of his face. “Love you more.”

“Doubt it.”

“Ugh. Where’s my man?”

Right on cue, Mitch appeared through the crowd with three drinks in his hand. Once he’d distributed them, Macy threw her arms around his neck in dramatic fashion.

“Save me, babe. These two are drowning me in a sea of mushiness.”

“Aww, is my poor wife feeling left out?”

She pouted with a nod. Mitch put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a long kiss. This time it was Mal who pretended to gag. She got up and sat in Mitch’s lap. He placed his hand on her belly and whispered something in her ear. The smile that broke out on her face gave me a clue as to the nature of their secret.