Mac Argeneau had endured a hellish day. He’d nearly died in a fire, had lost everything he possessed, and now she had just rounded out his evening by locking him up in a jail cell. Poor bastard, she thought guiltily. How cold was that?
Ice cold CJ. Ice cold. You lured Mac in with your bad turtle anatomy and then left him high and dry. I get that this isn't your circus and you definitely don't think Mac is your monkey but have a heart. It isn't his fault that you are so attracted to him that you imprisoned him against his will. That sounds like a "you" problem sweetie.
