Mac grins. “You wouldn’t dare.” I shift my thumb. One little push and he’ll be soaked. “You don’t know me very well.” Mac lunges at me and I squeal, squirting him with one long burst of water. Then he pries the nozzle from my hand, and he sprays me back. A lot. “Stop!” I shriek, but we’re both cracking up and trying not to slip on the slick floor. When he wraps an arm around me and pulls me in close, I tip my face up to his. That’s when a drop of water rolls off his nose onto my chin. I look into his eyes. Those glass-green eyes. My heart’s a hammer in my chest.
