“OK. I’ve thought about it.”
Jim glanced up from making up the sofa-bed. Kat was leaning against the hallway wall, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked nervous.
“OK,” he said cautiously.
“I’ll talk to you and the guys,” she said. “I’ll – I’ll tell you as much as I can, but on two conditions.”
“Name them.”
“Nobody tells my friends anything. I do that myself, if and when I feel ready.”
“Yeah, OK. That seems fair.”
“And…” She stopped.
“And what?”
“And if you don’t convince me that you can keep him away from me, then I get to leave. I mean, right away. Tomorrow.” She nodded at the suitcase. “I get to pick that up and walk out the door, and none of you stop me or follow me. Dallas doesn’t track me with his teams, nobody asks around at the bus or train stations. You just – let me
