She couldn't say when she had first started to look forward to their meetings. It seemed like she'd known Mac forever. When they would share the same whiskey glass or sit in the sun together, just enjoying time going by, she felt as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders. A warmth enveloped her, far beyond anything she'd ever experienced. What she had felt with that conniving bastard was nothing compared to this. She was hoping it would never end and afraid that it would. She would start wanting more and that was never a good thing. It had always got her into trouble.
Mac had taken what she wanted from life and pursued it. She didn't see that there was any other way to live. Baxter concerned her. She was old enough to do the same but there was something cowed about her that couldn't be shaken. Occasionally she'd look at her as if she was expecting more but always lowered her eyes and never gave words to her true thoughts. Mac dearly wanted to know her true thoughts because she thought of her a lot. Even when she was supposed to be concentrating on other things.