It was painfully obvious to Mackenzie that she had bitten off more than she could chew. She released a slow breath through her parted lips, but it did nothing to calm her galloping heart.
Her hands trembled as she strangled the steering wheel. The creak of leather joined the drowning sound of blood rushing in her ears. Eyes darting from the buildings to the busy street, she bit her bottom lip.
Sweat rolled down her face and back even though she’d turned on the AC, and cool air blasted through the vents of the car.
She blinked and then had to release the steering wheel to wipe the stinging sweat away from her eyes. What was she doing? How had she ever thought this was a good idea? Someone must have been handing out stupid like free samples because Mackenzie thought she had certainly pic
