Kat opened her apartment door and gazed up at Dean, Dallas and Chris. They stared right back down at her, their hard eyes taking her in, looking for damage. She stepped back, suddenly not at all sure that this was a good idea. She glanced at the suitcase.
“Hey,” Chris said softly. “How are you, hon?”
“Oh, fine.” She swallowed her nerves. “I mean, you know. Fine.”
The men stepped into the open living room space, exchanged glances with Jim. He brought over some bottles of beer that he and Kat had bought when they had gone shopping that morning, and they all sat. Kat perched on the very edge of her chair, looking for all the world like a bird about to take flight. She turned her bottle of beer around and around in her shaking hands.
The guys sat quietly, just looking at her. Waited for he
