Chapter Three
Midmorning, the day after the scene at Shackles, after Decker and Steig, after being mauled in the backseat of the limousine, after a nine a.m. meeting with Lorenzo Callas, Mackenzie popped her head in Kevin’s door and smiled at him.
He looked up. “What happened to knocking?” he said dryly.
She moved inside the office and closed the door.
“My, I was hoping you’d have such a sunny disposition,” she replied, as she walked toward him. Her hips swaggered deliberately until she was around the back of his desk and standing at his side, her hand affectionately rubbing his neck. “A coup, wasn’t it?” she said.
“You’re awfully proud of yourself,” Kevin said.
“And aren’t you?” she asked.
“We got the deal, the one I wanted, and I should be happy.”
“Yes, you should,” she said, t
