Mackenzie wasn’t overly surprised to find Felicia seated on the edge of her bed with a steaming mug. The rich aroma of hot chocolate wafted toward her, displacing the scent of her body wash. Something warm bloomed in her chest even before she’d had any of the creamy goodness. It went a long way to calming her after the night she’d had.
A knowing look in her eyes, the corner of Felicia’s lips twitched, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she held up the mug. “I was wondering… Are you too old now for hot chocolate? You know, with you now being all grown up and going out at night.”
Mackenzie’s cheeks warmed. She shook her head with an embarrassed smile. “Never.” When she was seated next to the only other person she loved as much as a second mother, Mackenzie allowed herself to close her eyes an
