CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
When the alarm of Mackenzie’s phone woke her up at six in the morning, her first reaction was one of disappointment. She had fully expected to get a call from forensics or Rising with some kind of an update. Having slept through until six without being awakened by the phone also meant that there had been no significant breakthroughs during the course of the night.
When she got out of bed feeling rested and sexually satisfied from the night, she felt almost guilty. She checked her phone for any texts or emails, but found none. As she rolled out of bed, Ellington came out of the bathroom, freshly showered.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asked.
“Much better,” she said.
It was mostly true. She felt well rested and the spontaneous intimate s*x had been fantastic. But
