“I have nothing to say to you,” Mackenna felt her chest tighten uncomfortably. She’d been having more frequent panic attacks since she’d gotten back from Milan and felt her breath catch.
“Why are you not out with Savannah?” he changed his tactics.
“The salsa and merengue don’t appeal to me tonight,” she shrugged.
“Because you are sad,” he commented quietly.
“Understatement of the century,” she responded and realizing he wasn’t going away any time soon, stepped past him to the chair. She almost paused as she caught a whiff of his cologne. The man smelled divine. She grabbed a throw from the sofa and covered her legs, dropping her book on her lap.
“New book?” he caught sight of the title, different to the one she’d had last time. She had always been a devout reader, interested in learn
