Six
Bailey stepped into the Macholans’ house later that night, following her parents. The place was decorated for Christmas in every room and music filled the entryway. The scent of cinnamon and cookies danced all the way from the Macholan kitchen to the front part of the house. A pang of longing hit her hard. This place had been a second home once. She’d lived her almost as much as she had at her own home. Nothing had really changed, except a few updated furniture pieces. It was still the warm, welcoming home of the Macholan clan.
A swell of nerves made her feel almost shaky. How were she and Mack going to get through this tonight and not let anyone figure out they were doing . . . well . . . whatever they were doing? The house was filled to the brim with Macholan relatives and family f
