“Well don’t you look like the cat who found the canary,” Savannah quipped as she came out of her bedroom just after noon.
Mackenna was lying on the sofa, a throw rug over her legs, Romeo curled up in her lap and a book in her hand. She had a plate of snacks on a small side table Nuncio had put near her and one of his exquisite cups of coffee within reach.
“I feel like it,” she grinned at her friend, “except for the headache, the sore hand.”
“What are you reading?” Savannah’s eyes widened as she tilted her head to take in the title of the book her friend was holding.
“It was in your collection of books.” Mackenna held up the cover with a grin. “I’m trying to be more adventurous.”
“Did Nuncio see you with that?” she yelped and leaped onto the sofa at Mackenna’s feet. “He can’t know I ha
