“You can’t be serious. This… This has to be a joke.” Mackenzie searched DeAndre’s face for a lie before she dropped her gaze back to the picture on DeAndre’s phone. She shook her head, refusing to accept what she was staring at. “No. There has to be a mistake,” she said desperately.
The exasperated sigh that left the man only served to piss her off. Her eyes snapped to his and narrowed. “Don’t give me that,” she clipped. Raising the phone so he could see, she pointed at Hunter. I met him at the club.”
DeAndre nodded. “I know. Have you forgotten that I saw the two of you outside the club? I also know you still have his jacket.”
Mackenzie’s cheeks flushed. She immediately broke eye contact and pressed her lips together. That was not a subject she wished to discuss. Of course, DeAndre woul
