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trouble, too? Fear at the thought that Mackenzie could be harmed in any way surged through me.
I was starting to lose my mind thinking that I might never see her again. What if she had been spooked and had decided to relocate elsewhere? Or maybe she was hurt…or worse. And that phone call—I shouldn’t have let her go alone. Though, judging from the sight of her, I had to assume she knew exactly how to take care of herself. She hadn’t looked like she needed any help at all. But she’d obviously felt the need for a gun and a machete.
A machete?
Good god, what scenario could there possibly be that would require a machete? Who was this girl? She’d looked like a damn ninja the first time I saw her, and now the weapons… There was certainly a lot more to her than I had ever realized. It made me want to find her that much more.
What was worse was that Brett had been calling me every hour on the hour asking about information on Mackenzie. Between the two of them, I really thought I was at risk of losing it. My phone started going off again, and I clicked on the call from Brett.
“What is it, man? I’m in the middle of something.”
“I was just calling for a status report, Jason. Have you found her?”
“I think I would have an easier time finding her if you stopped calling me every five minutes. It’s annoying to say the least.”
Brett had been on me like a gnat on fruit, and I knew that I couldn’t possibly tell him that I had already found Mackenzie, bedded her, and then let her get away again—possibly forever. No, that wasn’t a conversation I planned on having with him. He already thought I was an idiot for bringing her to the party to begin with. The fact that Brett was being so relentless had caused a lot of anger to build up in me. Why was he suddenly acting like such a dick? At first, he had laughed about it and acted like finding Mackenzie would be a kind of game. Now he had suddenly made it his purpose in life to bring Mackenzie to justice? What was his problem? And why the abrupt change of attitude? I had never been so angry with my friend in all the time I had known him.
“Look, Brett, I have to go. I’ve almost got Mackenzie, and these calls are distracting. I have shit to do.”
“Screw that, Jason. It’s taking you too long to find her.”
“Too long? I’m sorry, when was the last time you were on a manhunt? You gave me three days, so back off. Besides, why do you care so much about the loss of these paintings? They weren’t even yours—they were mine!”
“So now it’s okay to steal things that don’t belong to you?”
“No, Brett, it’s more than that. Why does it matter to you so much that Mackenzie got away? Why do you care? Your behavior lately doesn’t add up.”
“Yeah, whatever, man. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Call me when you find her.”
Brett hung up, and I was left feeling uneasy about the conversation. What was his deal? I was starting to think that Brett was hiding some pretty sizable secrets of his own.
Chapter Five
Jason
Day Three
I slept fitfully and woke shortly after dawn, blinking out the sleepiness that had overtaken my body. I had been up most of the night looking for Mackenzie to no avail. She had just up and disappeared, and I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again. The thought made me very uncomfortable. I couldn’t imagine having an experience like that with a woman and then never laying eyes on her again. I’d used every connection I had to find her, but all I came up with were dead ends.
Where could she have gone?
I kept playing the scene in the apartment over and over again in my head. The weapons, how alarmed she’d been…and who could forget the sex? I wondered who she had been talking to. She used had used the name Lexy when she was on the phone, but the name wasn’t familiar to me in any way. Another dead end. Whoever Lexy was, she was important enough to have rattled Mackenzie and made her run
I was starting to lose my mind thinking that I might never see her again. What if she had been spooked and had decided to relocate elsewhere? Or maybe she was hurt…or worse. And that phone call—I shouldn’t have let her go alone. Though, judging from the sight of her, I had to assume she knew exactly how to take care of herself. She hadn’t looked like she needed any help at all. But she’d obviously felt the need for a gun and a machete.
A machete?
Good god, what scenario could there possibly be that would require a machete? Who was this girl? She’d looked like a damn ninja the first time I saw her, and now the weapons… There was certainly a lot more to her than I had ever realized. It made me want to find her that much more.
What was worse was that Brett had been calling me every hour on the hour asking about information on Mackenzie. Between the two of them, I really thought I was at risk of losing it. My phone started going off again, and I clicked on the call from Brett.
“What is it, man? I’m in the middle of something.”
“I was just calling for a status report, Jason. Have you found her?”
“I think I would have an easier time finding her if you stopped calling me every five minutes. It’s annoying to say the least.”
Brett had been on me like a gnat on fruit, and I knew that I couldn’t possibly tell him that I had already found Mackenzie, bedded her, and then let her get away again—possibly forever. No, that wasn’t a conversation I planned on having with him. He already thought I was an idiot for bringing her to the party to begin with. The fact that Brett was being so relentless had caused a lot of anger to build up in me. Why was he suddenly acting like such a dick? At first, he had laughed about it and acted like finding Mackenzie would be a kind of game. Now he had suddenly made it his purpose in life to bring Mackenzie to justice? What was his problem? And why the abrupt change of attitude? I had never been so angry with my friend in all the time I had known him.
“Look, Brett, I have to go. I’ve almost got Mackenzie, and these calls are distracting. I have shit to do.”
“Screw that, Jason. It’s taking you too long to find her.”
“Too long? I’m sorry, when was the last time you were on a manhunt? You gave me three days, so back off. Besides, why do you care so much about the loss of these paintings? They weren’t even yours—they were mine!”
“So now it’s okay to steal things that don’t belong to you?”
“No, Brett, it’s more than that. Why does it matter to you so much that Mackenzie got away? Why do you care? Your behavior lately doesn’t add up.”
“Yeah, whatever, man. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Call me when you find her.”
Brett hung up, and I was left feeling uneasy about the conversation. What was his deal? I was starting to think that Brett was hiding some pretty sizable secrets of his own.
Chapter Five
Jason
Day Three
I slept fitfully and woke shortly after dawn, blinking out the sleepiness that had overtaken my body. I had been up most of the night looking for Mackenzie to no avail. She had just up and disappeared, and I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again. The thought made me very uncomfortable. I couldn’t imagine having an experience like that with a woman and then never laying eyes on her again. I’d used every connection I had to find her, but all I came up with were dead ends.
Where could she have gone?
I kept playing the scene in the apartment over and over again in my head. The weapons, how alarmed she’d been…and who could forget the sex? I wondered who she had been talking to. She used had used the name Lexy when she was on the phone, but the name wasn’t familiar to me in any way. Another dead end. Whoever Lexy was, she was important enough to have rattled Mackenzie and made her run
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