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

she eyed more of
the features. “Heated and cooled seats, heated and cooled cup holders. Nice.
Killer sound system. Top-notch navigational system. Good quality leather.
Hands-free syncing for phone.”
    “Brand
new car, too. Less than a hundred miles on it. And check out the retractable
back shade,” he grinned. As he put the car in reverse, the integrated shade
slid down for an unobstructed view.
    “Now
that’s cool,” Makenna said, duly impressed. “Ken, maybe you should get this
kind of car next time. Meaning now, of course.”
    “Very
funny, sister dear.”
    “Ooh,
girl fight. This night just keeps getting better,” Craven grinned.
    “Where
do you sisters come up with all these guys?” Marci pretended to groan. “I have
trouble finding one decent guy, and you two have an over-abundance of them!”
The moment the words were out, the blond haired woman realized what she had
said. “I-uh, I meant …”
    Craven
merely laughed. “Don’t worry, I know all about my competition. But like I told
Kenzie the first night I kissed her, I like a good challenge.” He winked wickedly
while she blushed. She had not wanted his interest in her - or hers in him - to
be quite so obvious.
    After
that, however, Craven put no pressure on Kenzie, and played no favoritism when
it came to showering all three women with praise and attention. The night
turned out to be carefree and happy, and exactly what Kenzie needed. She was
able to forget all about the birth mother she couldn’t remember, the miserable
years with her father and that woman , the people who were chasing her,
and the cars she had wrecked. She almost managed to forget the Ranger who had
not called, but every so often her eye would snag on a tall blond head or a
cowboy hat, and her heart would catch in her throat. By the time Craven walked
them to the door and said goodnight in the hall, no kisses involved, another
morning was well on its way.
    “You’re
right,” Makenna said sleepily, taking out her large hoop earrings in Kenzie’s
bedroom doorway. “Your Craven Shaw is a great guy. And if he’s the man you
choose, you have my complete blessing.”
    “I
may have to fight Marci for him!” Kenzie laughed. “Did you see the way she
looked at him?”
    “Yeah,
she looks at Hardin the same way. We need to find her a man of her own. But
don’t worry, Craven looks at you about the same way Hardin looks at me. You
don’t have to worry about Marci. Or anyone other woman, I’d say.”
    “I’m
not sure if that makes me happy or sad,” Kenzie said, kicking off her shoes and
letting them fall where they may.
    Makenna
eyed the careless gesture with a frown, but she nodded, knowing what her twin
meant without her having to say it. “Because if things work out with you and
Travis, you want Craven to be happy with someone else.”
    “This
love stuff is so confusing and highly over-rated,” Kenzie proclaimed before
yawning noisily. “Okay, I gotta hit the sack. We’re getting up early to squeeze
everything in. Sure you don’t want to come?”
    “Sorry,
have to work.”
    “Me,
too, but he was sweet enough to come all this way just to check up on me.
Taking a day off is the least I can do.”
    “Yeah,
what a sacrifice. Taking a day off work to spend with a handsome hunk in the
Hill Country. What a chore!” Makenna teased.
    “Go
call your own handsome hunk and let me get some sleep.” She playfully waved her
sister out the door.
    As
Kenzie pulled back the covers and slid beneath them, she glanced furtively at
her phone. Travis still had not called. 
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Craven
had shown Kenzie highlights from his home state, so it was time for her to
reciprocate. Even though the rugged hills of the famed Texas Hill Country were
no match for the towering heights of the Rocky Mountains, they were just as
enchanting in their own right. After a breakfast of authentic fruit-filled
Czech kolaches, they visited a cave with impressive formations of stalactites
and