As soon as the car slowed to a stop, Mackenzie unbuckled her seatbelt and threw the door open. A curse punctuated the air behind her, but she slammed the car door shut on whatever else DeAndre said.
With anger fizzling in her veins, Mackenzie stormed toward the house, her stride long and purposeful. For a moment, she didn’t care that it was still broad daylight, and she was still wearing the clothes she’d sneaked out with last night.
She completely forgot her fear of running into Ivan or the embarrassment of having to face Felicia. Not that she could tell either of them where she’d spent the night or the hours of the day. Her heart still raced, adrenaline warring with fear she hadn’t yet shaken off. But more than that, she was pissed.
The engine turned off, and a car door slammed. Hea
