Free The Girl from Her Mirror (Mirrors Don't Lie Book 1) by Becki Willis Page A

handle, they heard Lisa’s high-pitched whine carry across the room,
“Kenzie! Hardin! Hey there, you two!”
    “Oh, hi!” Makenna hoped she looked
appropriately surprised as she looked their way. She wiggled her fingers in
greeting, even as she threw a desperate glance over her shoulder toward Hardin. 
    “We’ll say a quick hello and then make
our escape,” he whispered out of the side of his mouth, giving her waist a
slight squeeze. She felt his sigh as he moved away from the door and extended a
hand to the other man.
    “Are you leaving?” Lisa pouted.
    “Just headed out,” Hardin confirmed.
    “I told you we shouldn’t have made that
last stop!” Lisa complained to her husband, slapping him against the arm. He
grunted but made no comment as she continued on. “He just had to stop at one
last covered bridge! You ask me, you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all! But I
guess you like to photograph things like that, don’t you, dear?” She looked at
Makenna but didn’t wait for her answer. “I don’t suppose the new power lines
will take down any of the bridges, will they? Aren’t they like historical
landmarks, or something?” 
    “I imagine they might be, so I doubt any
of them are in danger,” Makenna agreed.
    “So did you start on your project
today?”
    She nodded. “‘Started’ being the
operative word.”
    “I know you two must be hungry,” Hardin
broke in, “so we’ll let you order your meal. In fact, order anything you like.
I’ll get this tonight.”
    “No, no need for that,” Bob argued.
    “I insist.”
    “Not tonight!” Lisa whined. “We’ll let
you treat tomorrow night, when we can all enjoy the meal together.”
    Makenna glanced at Hardin, who quickly
came up with a plausible excuse. “We have plans for tomorrow. We probably won’t
be back in time for supper.”
    “Well, let’s try to meet here tomorrow
night about this same time. If you don’t make it back, we’ll reschedule for the
next night. How’s that sound?” Lisa asked brightly, peering at first one, then
the other.
    “Sounds like a plan,” Hardin said,
sounding more enthusiastic than Makenna felt. “Have a good evening, you two.”
    “Enjoy your meal,” Makenna called over
her shoulder as Hardin once again ushered her toward the door.
     
     
    “Did she just rope us into another
dinner?” Hardin muttered as he opened the truck door for Makenna to slide
inside.
    “I think so.”
    Groaning out loud, Hardin shut her door,
then went round to the driver’s side. “I say we stay out late tomorrow night
and miss dinner. I’m willing to go to bed hungry.”
    “I’m sure our ears will thank you,”
Makenna lamented, pounding on her earlobes to dislodge any lingering echo.
“Have you ever heard a more irritating voice?”
    “Only on television. What was that show
with the nanny with the horrible voice? Sounds just like her, but with a
Southern twang!” As he pulled out of the parking lot, he said, “Sorry about
dessert.”
    “I’m too stuffed for dessert, anyway.
These little bits of white chocolate they give out are just right. Here, have
some.”
    They discussed the next day’s events as
they made the short drive to the resort and then took the stairs to the second
floor. Makenna nibbled nervously on her lower lip, wondering if she should
invite him in for a nightcap. Kenzie would, she knew, but she wasn’t certain if
she was ready to push their relationship a notch further just yet.
    At her door, Hardin took hold of her
wrist and gently tugged her around to face him. He stepped closer, bringing his
body to within a few inches of hers. “I had a really good time tonight. In
spite of running into the Lewises, that was the most fun I’ve had on a date in
…  I can’t even remember when.”
    “Me, too,” Makenna agreed. With an
impish grin, she added, “It was almost perfect, right up until the end.”
    Hardin moved even closer, his hand still
on her wrist as he gently wound her arm behind