Chapter 28
Mack leaned back in his office chair, the glow from his wall of security monitors washing his face in pale light. One feed in particular had his full attention—Viola, tiptoeing through the hallway like she was on some kind of espionage mission.
She stopped at the front door, biting her lip and glancing around. He smirked. What exactly do you think you’re doing, little rebel?
She slipped on her sunglasses—inside the house—then eased the door open. Mack chuckled under his breath. “Smooth, Vi. Really smooth.”
Just as she made it halfway down the drive, a knock on his office door broke the moment.
“Come in,” Mack called, still watching the screen.
The door creaked open and his best friend, Cole, stepped inside, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Tell me you’re not creeping on her w
