Chapter Sixteen
Bathing in sweat and out of breath, Samantha ran along the path leading up to her house to find Catalina waiting at the door.
“I don’t like waiting,” the woman grumbled.
“Then don’t come to people’s houses unannounced,” Sam sniped back. She jingled her keys and pushed the door open to let her in.
Catalina grunted as she heaved the large duffel bag across the threshold. She ventured into the hallway and paused in front of the mirror. “This is where you live? Why is it so… bare?”
“It’s called post-divorce minimalism.” Sam thudded the door shut and clicked her tongue. “Hey, you have a reflection.”
“What?” Catalina turned her head and smiled at herself. “Duh? Why wouldn’t I?”
“Nothing, just an urban myth. The kitchen is this way.”
“Kitchen?” The vampire pulled up her no
