The Good Man A friend.

That's all she saw when she looked at him. Or so she now said. He wouldn't deny any longer that what she said was outweighed, by far, by her actions. A brush of her hand, a piercing stare from across the squadroom. A smile that she seemed to save only for him.

"I think you're lying," he replied flatly. "I think you want me just as much as I want you." Alexis' mouth parted slightly, shocked at his bluntness, or was it the flint of desire that flickered behind his eyes that rendered her stunned? Stunned and hungry for more.

"Mac," she started, only to be halted by a passion filled kiss that sent shock waves of bliss through her, leaving her weak. Just as she opened her mouth to respond in kind, he abruptly pulled from her, leaving her suddenly chilled and wanting the relief of his warmth.

"Maybe you're right," he said, licking his lower lip. "Maybe a friend is all I should be."