She stiffened beneath his touch, and it was more than enough indication to let Chase know she wasn't okay.
Mackenzie raised her head and turned sharply to look at him. She found him there, his blue suit jacket was off, and his white sleeves were rolled all the way up to his elbows, she caught sight of the cast on his right hand. His lips glittered with oil, and she could tell he had eaten more than enough.
Who would have thought a man with a broken hand could eat to his full?
She tried to smile at the thought, but it didn't happen, not with the burden in her heart.
Chase saw the tears in her eyes before her brave attempt to wipe it away like it was nothing. He squinted his brows at her and looked over her.
"What's going on, Mackenzie?" He reached for her right cheek and brushed it
