CHAPTER 27

Mackenzie played with her wineglass and glanced around ‘The Stumble Inn’s. The bar was quiet this evening, with only a few scattered patrons lounging about its tables and high-backed booths. A clock glowed in the dim light.

Where the hell was Helen? Mackenzie was near bursting with the need to talk to her. Who better than Helen to understand her remorse over giving in to her physical cravings for Wyatt, a man who was completely wrong for her?

Helen would know what to say to ease the sick feeling that had settled in the pit of Mackenzie’s stomach. Talking to her would be such a relief. Maybe all Mackenzie needed was to spill the entire story about her horrid weekend… The debacle with Wyatt, and the subsequent visit she received from Estelle’s uncle, Kenneth Stevens.

She took another sip of wine, then let out a heavy sigh.

Kenneth had taken her to the most charming Italian restaurant that afternoon. Though her appetite had been lacking,