Light from Her Mirror (Mirrors Don't Lie Book 3) Read Free

pansies and cosmos, and
headed for a landscaped yard that would make any gardener proud. As Kenzie
thumped her way over the tops of neatly trimmed boxwood and colorful
hydrangeas, she recognized the yard as one she had photographed for the city’s
Garden Club Magazine a few years ago. She glanced briefly in her rear-view
mirror at the destruction behind her. Oops.
    Her
speed was finally beginning to decelerate, thanks to the dense lawns and copious
flowerbeds she furrowed through, but she was still traveling forward on
momentum. Shouting an apology through the opened window, Kenzie rammed into a
lovely white arbor. Wood splintered all around her and a riot of colorful
blooms took a free ride on the hood of her car as she careened into the neighboring
yard, as the road curved yet again. Rustic stone steps, edged with colorful
plants and low shrubs, climbed their way up to a magnificent house with a view,
but Kenzie could think of only one thing; a yard that steep had to be sitting
on the crest of another hill. And where there was a crest, there was a fall.
    Determined
not to take the next fall, Kenzie aimed her car for the steps. Between the
shrubs and the stone, her momentum took a direct hit, but her car bounced away
and headed down the slope of the yard. This time, Kenzie targeted the sole tree
in the yard, a large live oak that would undoubtedly put an end to her horrific
journey.
    She
crashed into the tree hard enough to deploy her airbags and jar every bone in
her body. Dazed, Kenzie slumped in her seat, staring blankly at her crumbled
hood as steam billowed out from beneath. She heard sirens in the distance, was
vaguely aware of people pouring out into their yards and surveying her path of
destruction, but she was too numb with shock to move. Relief washed over her,
making her limbs weak and her body tremble.
    Someone
opened her door and spoke to her. Kenzie nodded that she was all right, groped
along the seat for her purse, and used what little energy she could summon to
crawl from her wrecked vehicle and collapse promptly on the bed of grass.
     

Chapter Two
     
    “Kenzie?”
Makenna Reagan called her sister’s name softly. 
    “Hmm?”
    “Are
you okay, honey? Can I get you anything?”
    A
six-foot-four, blond-headed Texas Ranger , Kenzie thought groggily. Nothing else
could soothe her. Instead, she gingerly shook her head and said, “No thanks.”
    Makenna
sat down beside her on the couch, reaching for her sister’s hand. “You really
should have let the ambulance take you to the hospital and check you out,” she
admonished.
    “I’m
fine. A little sore and a lot shook up, but the airbag did its job and kept me
safe.” She offered a rueful smile. “I’ve spent more time in the hospital over
the last few weeks than I have in my entire life.”
    The
car wreck two months ago had earned her several days in the hospital, while she
recuperated from surgery on her leg and complications from cracked ribs and a
bruised spleen. Two weeks ago, she once again ended up in the emergency room
after the ordeal with Bernard Franks.
    “You’re
being stubborn,” Makenna accused.
    “Would
you have me any other way?” Kenzie grinned.
    “Yes.
Healthy. Safe.”
    The
jab about being safe sobered her. “Could Hardin tell if my brake lines had been
tampered with?”
    “He
said it was a little hard to tell by just looking, something about too many
twigs and pieces of shrubs and fence caught up in the undercarriage, but
they’ve taken your car to the lab. Since this is a weekend, it will be Monday
before they know for sure.”
    “Not
a fence. A beautiful little lattice arbor,” Kenzie said wistfully. A frown
drooped from her lips. “I totally obliterated it. Smashed it to smithereens.
And you should have seen what I did to Dr. Carmine Angola’s yard. It won’t be
on any magazine covers anytime soon.” She put both hands to her head and shook
it hard enough to make raven curls dance around her face. “Argh! I hope