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I waited and let Liza field that.

“Not sure. At least a week. We’re going to look at some properties.”

“Are you staying with Ally?”

“Yes! And I can’t wait to see this place she calls paradise.”

“It is that,” Sarah sighed. “When I finally made the decision to leave the corporate rat race that was sucking my soul dry, I was so blessed to meet Mackenzie and get a tour. The moment I saw the community kitchen, I was sold. But the peace and tranquility keep me here. The place is heaven. I bet after twenty-four hours you’ll never want to leave.”

“Peace and tranquility,” Liza repeated. “I’d sell my soul for some of that.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” Sarah beamed.

Yeah, that was the problem. We had come to the right place and a lot of good, honest people, who believed in a message Mackenzie was selling were going to be affected when we dismantled Nu Dawn. Not only would they be homeless and out a lot of money, their spirits would be crushed.

Mackenzie Archer was the worst kind of bitch.

Greed was the least of her sins.

She preyed on the hopes and dreams of women who were trying to make something of themselves.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“Have I told you how much I despise Mackenzie Archer?” I groused as I took in the rolling hills on either side of the two-way street that could use repaving.

“Seven times in the last five minutes,” Tucker returned.

“This is going to suck,” I mumbled.

“Yup.”

“How long do you think it’ll take Dylan to get a workup on Melanie?”

Tucker quickly glanced at me and grinned before his eyes went back to the road.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” I asked when he didn’t answer my question.

“Just find it amusing you called Dylan instead of your people.”

“My people have rules and a chain of command to follow,” I reminded him. “Yours don’t. Plus it helps Dylan worked for the NSA before Triple Canopy got their hands on him.”

“Ah, so you did your research.”

“No. I asked him where he learned his hacking skills.”

Tucker’s grin faded into a frown I didn’t understand.

“I wasn’t coming onto the man,” I huffed. “He’s fast. I was curious where he learned how to get in and get out of places he shouldn’t be undetected.”

Tucker gave me the side-eye without his gaze leaving the now winding road in front of him. A trick I would’ve found impressive and amusing if I wasn’t annoyed.

“Did he tell you why he left the NSA?”

“We didn’t have a heart to heart, Tucker. I asked him about his previous employer.”

“Lose the attitude, Lizzy.”

Lose the attitude?