Chapter 15
What was up with Walker?
Kate had woken up alone and heard him downstairs, of all things, shooting pool. It was dawn, she realized as she glanced over at the clock, barely six in the morning. The sun hadn’t even started to rise, and even though Kate enjoyed mornings, this was a little early.
She gave herself a minute as she rubbed her eyes and then tossed back the covers. Wearing one of Walker’s T-shirts, she climbed out of bed and started down the stairs. It was chilly, and she shivered on each step, rubbing her bare arms.
Walker was still dressed as he had been the night before: dark dress pants, an olive green shirt open at the collar. His sleeves were rolled up. He glanced up to Kate as she slid her hand over the rail. Then he stood up from where he had been leaning over
