Mackenna groaned as she reclined on the sofa, a pillow behind her back and her arm resting on her stomach. “I ate too much,” she complained as Alessandro lifted her feet to sit under them, his sketchbook in his hands.
Savannah had gone to have her sleep since she hadn’t gone to bed following her shift change at seven and it was now near eleven. Nuncio went with her and Mackenna wondered if her friend would tell the man what she was feeling or if she was going to simply let things play out.
“What are you thinking with your brow all furrowed like this,” he mocked her expression pushing his eyebrows together. “You will cause premature wrinkling with all this frowning.”
She dug her heel into his thigh and was rewarded with a tap on the top of her foot. “I’m just worried for Savannah. I don’
