Chapter Eleven
All Mackenzie noticed at first was his extraordinary detachment. There was no explaining a dominant’s morose moods, and certainly not this one, not when he’d been so sweet to her since he’d rejoined her at . It wasn’t until they were in their room that evening that there was any light shed on his immovable grim humor.
“I want you on the plane in the morning,” he announced.
“In the morning?” she turned to him surprised.
“I arranged the reservation this afternoon. I’ll have a taxi pick you up here and take you to the airport, the ticket will be waiting for you.”
She stood in the middle of the room, naked and speechless. She was on her way to the bath when he made his pronouncement. Kevin was about to leave the room without further explanation until she stopped him.
