"In the house," Mack said in a low, deep voice when they arrived out on his acreage.
The sinister tone of his voice raised the hairs along the back of Lucy's neck. She hopped out of the truck and briefly thought about making a dash for the tree-line. She'd never really seen Mack this pissed off at her. Not even when she was smashing bottles in his kitchen. Something about their progressing relationship and her need for independence was setting him on edge. She stalked toward the front door, keeping the edge of his property in her peripheral, just in case.
He opened the front door and stood waiting for her to walk through. Well crap. He was going to make it her decision. Which was just horse s**t, considering he protested against every other independent decision she made. Well if this was
