Chapter 12An hour into the movie, Dunja sauntered into the kitchen with her car keys. She no longer wore the smock and goggles, but a nice white summer dress and aviator sunglasses on the tip of her nose. “I have to make a stop off at the gallery in Kitchener. You guys gonna be here for another hour or so?”
“I don’t think the buses are running anymore at that point,” Nick said. “So I don’t know—”
“I can give you a ride when I get back. Is that cool? You don’t have to work the entire time I’m gone, but I’ll head to the bank after and get your pay.”
“Sure,” Nick said, nodding. “That works great, then. Thank you.”
“Not at all.” Dunja lowered her sunglasses as she eyed Katie. “Now, you be good while I’m gone.”
“I can’t help what I am,” Katie said, affecting a dramatic tone. “But yes, D, I
