The kitchen was warm. It smelled of baby products, a combination of fresh fruits, and coffee. Instinctively, she drew in a deep breath and nearly sighed. She was certain she could even catch Hunter’s unique scent under all that, and she reacted to it much the same as she had in the bedroom upstairs.
Not good. She needed to focus and figure out what was going on and then get the hell out of there.
Mackenzie couldn’t see the gun right now, but there was no doubt in her mind it was close. It made her hesitate in the doorway. There was no time to back out and run, though, because right then, Chloe looked up from the bananas she was slicing for what looked like a smoothie and gave her a puzzled look as though she’d forgotten Mackenzie was in the house. Or perhaps she was wondering why Mackenz
