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

missed Makenna’s arched brows at the mention of kissing Craven.
“Anyway, yes, the car is actually from the Senator. Supposedly, his way for
apologizing for Franks, but Craven also let it slip that the ordeal might be
gaining him a sympathy vote. I think Senator Lawrence has one of those slick
souls that nothing sticks to. He always manages to come out on top.”
    “Well,
look on the bright side. At least you have a ride now!”
    “I
was perfectly happy with old Myrtle. And I was just beginning to warm up to the
new car. I was even thinking of giving her a name. Now both of them are history
and there’s a forty thousand dollar car sitting outside in my name that I can’t
possibly accept.”
    “You do need a car, Kenzie,” her sister said quietly. “Maybe you should be
gracious and accept his gift, extravagant though it may be.”
    Kenzie
flung back onto the pillows, her hands going to her aching head. “Maybe I
really should just go back to bed!”
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Makenna
was finding it increasingly difficult to focus.
    Not
because of the late nights she had been keeping: true, between the sleepless
nights and the evening on 6th street, she was running on minimum sleep. But the
real reason she could not concentrate was because she had become obsessed; ever
since she had seen the picture of her mother, she was consumed with the need to
know more about her.
    Makenna
never thought it would happen to her. She knew it happened to other people:
people adopted by loving families who, for whatever reason, still craved the
knowledge of their true roots … where they came from, who their birth parents
were, what could have been. Happy and secure within the Reagan clan, she never
thought she would be among those people.
    But
one look at her mother’s face, and all of that had changed.
    Not
her feelings for Madeline and Kenneth Reagan, of course. They were the absolute
best parents any one could ever have, and she loved them with all her heart.
She could not imagine her life without them or the extended family she gained
through them. But there was a piece of her past missing, and without it, she no
longer felt whole. She needed to know the facts of her childhood - why her
parents had abandoned her, why they had deprived her of her twin, why they had
let Kenzie suffer all those years - in order to move forward with her future.
No matter how much she loved Hardin and wanted to marry him, she had to find
peace with her past before she could become his wife.
    She
knew the news would not settle well with her fiancé, and that worry only added
to her distraction.
    Perhaps
it was the exhaustion, perhaps it was the worry, but, impossible as it seemed,
Makenna almost forgot she and her sister were being stalked.
    After
investigating Kenzie’s surprise gift, Makenna was running late for an interview
she was doing. She paid little attention to the man standing in the lobby of
the Grayton Enterprises building; after all, it was home to one of Austin’s
most prestigious architectural firms and people were always scurrying in and
out. When she visited the library later in the day and the man opened the door
for her, she smiled and thanked him for his help. It was not until later, when
she noticed the same man at the gas station refueling a blue Chevy two pumps
over, that Makenna began to feel uneasy.
    She
dialed Hardin as she waited for her tank to fill.
    He
answered on the first ring. “Good evening, beautiful.”
    “Hello,
handsome.”
    “What’s
up, my soon-to-be-bride?”
    Makenna
tried for nonchalant. “Oh, just getting gas before I head home. You?”
    “Still
up here in Waco. This officer shooting is turning out to be more complicated
than we originally thought.” She could hear the weariness in his voice.
    “Will
you be home by the weekend?”
    “One
way or another.”
    “Good.”
It was their first holiday together, and she was looking forward to meeting his
entire family, even though the thought was a bit