By the end of Mackenzie's explanation, Quinn's expression had taken on a mild look of disgust. Granted, Quinn was no tomboy herself. She enjoyed skirts and heels and expensive clothing but she was no means a delicate flower. She would murder anyone that attempted to put her in anything pink and frilly.

"Easy enough," she replied with a nod and a satisfied smile. Mackenzie's mother didn't sound hard to displease. "I'll have her hating my guts within fifteen minutes, guaranteed."

She pulled her legs back in and turned more forward on her chair so that it was better to be able to see the blonde. Mackenzie was much better to look at than anything else in that empty shop. "What day will you need me?"