Mackenzie’s POV
Making our way back into the living room, I curl up in my favourite chair whilst Abbey takes a seat on the couch, glancing at the two children who have managed to get their tower nine blocks high.
Bringing her gaze back to me, she raises an eyebrow, ‘so’ she starts, ‘how are you really doing locked up in this apartment?’
I blow out a harsh breath, ‘awful’ I admit reluctantly, ‘no offence to Callan, he’s been great to us and no complained once about Maxton’s mess, but I miss my own space.’ I give the woman across from me a weak smile, ‘I miss my own bed and watching what I want on TV, taking a thirty minute long shower after Maxie is in bed because no one else is waiting to use the bathroom. I want to get back into my kitchen, bake all the ideas that have been floating a……
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