CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Mackenzie was apparently hungrier than she thought. After putting down two cups of coffee, she ate two eggs, two sides of bacon, hash browns, and a bowl of oatmeal. Ellington, finishing up his southwester omelet, couldn’t help but smile.
“How you keep your awesome figure is beyond me. I showed up late at night two nights ago and you had been scarfing down pizza. And now this breakfast…yeesh.”
“A girl’s gotta eat,” she said.
“Did you get a good rest?” he asked.
She shrugged. “It was enough. How about you? You’ve been up for quite a while, too.”
“I got a power nap between four thirty and six thirty. I’ll be good until tonight. And hopefully by then, we’ll have this thing wrapped up. Any ideas on your plate?”
She had a few but was hesitant to latch on to one becaus
