From the kitchen, Jim quietly watched Kat. Even two hours after leaving Dallas’ offices, she still looked shocked, disbelieving. Jim supposed it was quite an emotional and mental adjustment for her to have to make: from flat-out running in fear for her life, to being able to sit in one place and take a breath.
She can stop now… I wonder if she even knows how to do that anymore?
“OK,” he said. “So I’ll just pack up my stuff, and I’ll be out of your hair in about ten minutes.”
Startled, Kat stared at him, her green eyes very dark. “You’re – you’re leaving?”
“Now that Ferguson’s in jail? Of course I am.” He managed a grin. “Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting on for the past month? Now you can order your pizza exactly as you like it, and never run out of hot water, and you get your sofa b
