Mac's Angels: The Last Dance: A Loveswept Classic Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Katie said, gripping the steering wheel harder. “Uh-huh, yes, I get it.” She glanced in the rearview mirror, signaled left, and changed lanes. The traffic was getting thicker as they approached Louisville. Her brother kept talking, his voice robbed of its customary power by the cheap speakers of her cell phone, which sat in a cup-holder mount and broadcast Caleb’s warnings upward at her head. “If you have the slightest indication that there’s danger attached to this threat, you’re going to call me, and—” “Yesssssss,” she droned. The drama was wasted on Caleb, who was going to give her this lecture for the seventeenth time whether she wanted to hear it or not. It was wasted on Katie’s traveling companion, too. Sean didn’t react to anything she did. Ever. Katie glanced at the man in the passenger seat of her Jetta, just to be sure. His expression as he stared out the windshield matched the bleak, featureless expanse of southbound I-71. He was like a human wall of granite, completely impervious to everything about her.
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