Free Light from Her Mirror (Mirrors Don't Lie Book 3) by Becki Willis

could use just as much restraint in not listening to it until morning.
    At
least if Travis Merka was going to break her heart, it was going to be on her
terms.
     
    ***
     
    Marci
knocked on their apartment door early the next morning. “Sorry to come over so
early, but there’s something outside you need to see,” her friend announced.
    “Can’t
it wait?” Kenzie moaned. Still in her pajamas, she had just started her second
cup of coffee.
    “I’m
pretty sure you’re going to want to see this as soon as possible.”
    “Alright,
already,” she complained. She did not bother to change out of her fuzzy
slippers. She wore a skimpy camisole top and capri sleep pants as she joined
her friend in the hallway. “Where is it?”
    “Outside.
On the curb.”
    “Oh.
Maybe I should put on more clothes.”
    “You’re
fine. Come on.” Marci grabbed her hand and drug her toward the elevator. Makenna,
who went back for a robe, joined them just as the doors opened.
    The
three rode the elevator down to the lobby of the apartment building and Marci
led the way out the front doors. She moved to one side as, with a sweeping hand
gesture, she drew their attention to the car sitting directly in front of their
complex. The dark metallic blue car looked remarkably like the one Craven had
been driving, but the huge yellow ribbon and bow encircling it were a new
addition.
    “Who-Whose
is it?” Kenzie knew the answer, but she asked anyway.
    “Well,
this was taped to your front door, so I’m guessing it’s yours,” Marci said,
dangling a key fob tied with a matching yellow ribbon.
    “He
bought you a car?” Makenna murmured in amazement.
    “I
can’t believe he would do this,” Kenzie breathed.
    “I
can’t believe you let him leave!” her friend countered.
    “ Why would he do this?” Still in a daze, Kenzie had not taken the key from her
friend.
    “Oh,
you know why, girlfriend. The man is head over heels in love with you.”
    “But-
But he knows…”
    “He
knows you need a car. And he knew how much you liked this one.”
    “Travis
isn’t going to be happy about this,” Kenzie murmured worriedly.
    “Travis?”
her friend cried in disbelief. “A smokin’ hot Craven Shaw buys you a car, and
you’re worried what Travis is going to think? I thought the two of you
broke up.”
    “We
were never together to begin with.”
    “Then
what do you care what he thinks? I mean, the guy is sexy as hell and he’s a
Ranger and all, but he’s moved on. And Craven bought you a car , Kenzie.”
    “I
can’t be bought with gifts, Marci, even if they are forty thousand dollar
cars,” Kenzie snapped.
    “Yeah,
he’d at least have to throw in some cinnamon rolls or something,” Makenna
murmured from beside her sister.
    Kenzie
whirled on her, clenching her fists at her sides. “Whose side are you on,
anyway?”
    Makenna
answered warily. “I-I didn’t know we were taking sides.”
    “Well,
Marci clearly thinks I should choose Craven over Travis. And it sounds like
you’re agreeing with her.”
    Makenna
did not point out that two days ago, Kenzie was begging her to give Craven a
chance. Clearly, her sister was very torn. “I was making a joke, Ken. And it
doesn’t matter what either one of us thinks. It only matters what you think.”
    “I
think I’m going back to bed!” She whirled to march away, then stopped, whipped
back around, and snatched the key from Marci’s hand. With her nose held high,
Kenzie stomped her way back to the apartment building, her over-sized and fuzzy
house shoes slapping against the pavement as she went.
    Despite
her claims of going back to bed, Kenzie was too upset to lie down. She tried
Craven’s number, only to get his voice mail. Thinking of another voice mail,
she played the one from Travis. Its brevity was like a knife into her heart.
    “Sorry
I missed you, darlin’. I’ll try again later.” 
    Angry
that the scales were tipping so far in Craven’s favor, she dialed his number
again. The