Mac blinked. “A sub. Makes more sense that way.”
“I’m not seeing anyone buying you as someone’s whipping boy, Mac. Not with
your size and presence.”
She watched him lace, unlace his fingers again, lean forward, and felt the shock run
down to her toes at the truth she saw in his pained expression.
“It’s best I go in under my own preference.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” she said at last.