Don’t snap. Don’t snap. Please, don’t snap. The words repeated in Mackenzie’s mind like a prayer. Jaw clenched hard, she held on to her temper like a climber holding on to the cliff by the tip of their nails. The desperation was the same; she knew that losing it might be catastrophic. She needed to do this for her father.
But this was not easy. Acting as Edrik’s tour guide through the warehouse the following morning was an exercise in patience. An exercise, Mackenzie was certain she was about to fail.
It had all started on the wrong foot. When Mackenzie arrived at the warehouse that morning, she found Edrik already waiting. Points to him on being punctual, she thought with a resigned sigh.
He looked like a model posing for a photo shoot. Leaned back against his BMW with his arms and a
