Curiosity fueled her movements like an electric charge. DeAndre’s grunt was a warning behind her. Mackenzie didn’t need it. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but that didn’t stop her from silencing him with a glare. Then she took off her slippers and crept her way closer to the study door that had been left ajar.
It wasn’t the first time Mackenzie was playing this game. Every child knew how to eavesdrop on their parents. It was like a natural-born talent. How else were they supposed to know about stuff? So, using skills she had polished over the years, she knew exactly where to stand to ensure she wasn’t seen or heard, but she could hear everything.
Right then, another voice spoke, and she realized her father wasn’t alone in the room. Recognizing the voice, she knew it was her fathe
