Lie. Say something. The words echoed in Mackenzie’s brain on the loudest setting. Her eyes snapped away from Ivan as he stepped off the last front step and started across the driveway to where she stood with Griffin.
Every muscle in her body tensed. Her legs twitched. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, shooting a look first over her shoulder and then to the ground. Any escape would have been welcome at this very moment, even a sinkhole into a dark abyss.
Mackenzie imagined that if she had been a cartoon character, steam would have been coming out of her ears by now. Her brain worked on overdrive, desperate to come up with a response that wouldn’t aggravate the situation. She’d bet her skin would alternate between pale as a ghost and sick green from the way her insides chu
