Mack Daddy(25)

Moses walked in. He looked at Mack and then at me. There was an awkward silence. He knew about my true feelings for Mack. That was one of the reasons he was pushing me to go on this date.

“They should be here any minute,” Moses said before turning to Mack. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Nope.”

Moses glared at him. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Both guys then left the room.

What was that all about?

Before I knew it, the doorbell rang. With Moses and Mack still talking in private, I went to let our guests in.

Emmett had red hair like me, blue eyes, and a nice smile. In any other world, he might have even seemed handsome. But in my world, no one compared to Mack Morrison.

“You must be Francesca.”

“Yes. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Moses has told me so much about you.”

“Likewise.” I then turned to his brother, Moses’s boyfriend. “Nice to see you again, Brad. Where are we headed tonight?”

Moses entered the room and answered my question. “I was thinking we’d go to Dick’s Last Resort.”

Dick’s was a gimmicky restaurant in the city known for its whacky décor and intentionally obnoxious staff.

“Speaking of dicks…” Moses said, looking over at Mack, who’d just emerged from his bedroom.

Mack headed straight for my date. “Emmett! What’s up, bro? How ya doin’?” He spun around in a Justin Bieber-like dance move then extended his hand.

Oh, God.

In an apparent attempt to mock Emmett’s former boy band stint, Mack had changed into low-slung jeans that were hanging halfway down his ass. His boxers were pretty much on full display. He’d also put on a white, wife beater tank and was wearing a baseball cap sideways. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t help but notice how good his muscles looked in that shirt. Damn.

Moses chose to ignore Mack’s little show and headed to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers for our dates.

Feeling anxious, I took the time to use the bathroom.

That was when things literally went down the toilet.

I’d stupidly flushed a tampon, resulting in the toilet clogging. It came right back up along with a deluge of water that gathered at the top of the bowl. With no plunger in sight, I truly didn’t know what to do. The thought of sticking my hand in the toilet skeeved me out beyond belief. Yet, there was no way I could have just left it there and gone out. One of the guys would have seen it. I knew that one of them would be using the bathroom before we left for the night, especially since they’d been drinking. Worse, if they didn’t, then Mack would be the one to see my floating tampon after we left.

After I’d been hiding in the bathroom for upwards of a half-hour, there was a light knock on the door.

“Frankie, what the hell? Are you okay?”

Shit. It was Mack.

“No.”

“What’s wrong? You sound weird.”

“Do we have a plunger somewhere that you could hand to me?”

He laughed. “What did you get yourself into, Frankie Jane?”

“Just…do we have one or not?”

“Moses is a germaphobe. He took the plunger a while back and said he was going to replace it but never did.”

“Well, I need one.”

“We don’t have one.”

“Can you go get one for me?”

A few seconds passed before he said, “I’ll be right back.”

Mack disappeared for about five minutes before returning.

“Are you decent?”

“You can’t come in here!”

He repeated, “Are you decent?”

“Yes, but—”

The door opened.

Mack was sporting rubber, dishwashing gloves and carrying a bucket.

“What are you doing?”

“Unclogging the mess you made.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me. How bad could it be anyway?” He had to eat his words when he looked down at my bloody tampon that had now expanded in the water. “Oh.”

I cringed. “Yeah.”

“Apparently, you’re not supposed to flush those.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I snapped.

“I’d ask you why you’re cranky, but obviously it’s that time of the month.”

Despite my mortification, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Mack grinned and winked at me, causing my heart to flutter. How this guy could have me swooning at a time like this was pretty unbelievable.

Mack geared himself up. “Alright, here goes.”

Without delay, he reached into the toilet to extract the tampon. After dumping it into the trash, he then proceeded to squirt copious amounts of shampoo into the toilet bowl. Then, he headed over to the sink where he filled the large bucket. After pouring the scalding water down the bowl, he was able to get things moving again. He finished it off with a successful flush.

“How did you learn how to do that?”

“It’s Mackenzie magic.” He winked then said, “Actually, Google. Looked up remedies for unclogging a toilet without a plunger.”

“Thank you for coming to my rescue. That was beyond your duty as a friend.”