CHAPTER 38
A “f**k” SLIPPED out of Luke’s mouth, and Mackenzie turned to stare at him.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve been here before. This is Nick’s house, right?”
She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Nick’s house? Do you mean Nick Goldman?”
“I guess so.”
“No, it’s not his house. He just stays here sometimes. You know him?”
“Not exactly. I met him a month and a half ago. With Ash. I mean Emerson. She brought me here when my sister was kidnapped.”
Mackenzie went whiter than the sofa in the hallway as she sank onto the soft leather.
“Oh, sweet hell. You’re that Luke? Emmy’s Luke?” Mackenzie stared at him, her green eyes wide. “I didn’t ever see a picture of you. I never knew what you looked like. Nate dealt with most of the kidnapping thing while I was in California. Then when I got
