Kat didn't cry.
She couldn't afford to. She needed the energy to sort out what was going on in her mind and in her heart. So she tamped down the sadness and the panic, the annoyance and the anger and got changed into a light yellow blouse and slacks, her kick-ass outfit.
Ed was outside the suite, a middle-aged man with a smattering of crow's feet around his deep brown eyes. He reminded Kat of a friendly uncle, always wearing a smile.
One look at her face and he frowned, staying silent but looking concerned.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired—guess it's all catching up." She forced herself to sound cheerful. "Got a full day's work ahead of me."
He escorted her into the elevator and to the ground floor. He didn't say a word, but she felt the worried gaze settle on her shoulders.
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