Marcie nodded. "Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you walk away," she said, tilting her head to glance down at his ass.
Walking back into the house with such a dumb smile on her face was way too much of a giveaway for Celeste, who made little happy noises of excitement, while Marco, who had been roped into help make dinner, just looked confused. Marcie just bit her lips and shook her head, and headed up to her room to change again, taking the opportunity to freshen up in the shower and run a razor over her legs. By the time Cathal arrived back on her doorstep bang on half six, she was fresh and floral, all short skirt and long legs.
"Not too New York for you?" she said, grabbing her bag and slipping out the door before any of her family had the chance to try and strike of any conversation.