CHAPTER TWENTY
Mackenzie fell into bed at 2:35 with no clear idea of how tomorrow would go. Rising assured them that they’d know who owned the property with the creepy doghouse and possibly even have spoken with him by the time they woke up the following morning.
After what she had witnessed and experienced the night before, Mackenzie desperately wanted a shower. But a mix of a long day and several surges of fear-induced adrenaline had wiped her out. She barely managed to strip out of her clothes before slipping under the covers.
Ellington moved a bit slower as he readied himself for bed. He seemed lost in thought, a pensive look in his eyes as he brushed his teeth. Mackenzie considered asking him what was bothering him aside from their argument but decided against it. She was just too
