CHAPTER 9

Wyatt gripped the steering wheel and glared at the red traffic light. The air had grown heavy. Moisture swirled around the streetlights, distorting their glow.

“Dammit!” he said slowly squeezing the wheel. “Dammit!”

Guilt gnawed at him. He couldn’t stop thinking of her. The memory of the look on Mackenzie’s face as she confronted him tightened his gut. When he’d made that deal with Benjamin, he hadn’t thought of the consequences. He hadn’t thought of Mackenzie.

At the time, she’d been a faceless chore, a means to his selfish ends, not a flesh-and-blood woman.

“Dammit!” exclaimed again hitting the wheel.

The light changed. Wyatt whipped into a parking lot, then circled around toward her apartment. He had to see Mackenzie… He had to apologize to her and somehow, explain how all that had changed once they’d met.

She must know that Kimberly meant nothing to him. She must know that any fleeting attraction he may have felt for that woman van