Chapter 9
Kate could not believe this night. It was one of those nightmares that just seemed to go on and on, even though she was with that hot cop. She also needed to thank Mr. Harris. If it hadn’t been for him, she was sure the detective would have had her sitting in his car naked, with only a blanket around her instead of the Seahawks sweatshirt Mr. Harris had dug out for her. Maybe he had agreed it wasn’t okay that she couldn’t go back into her own apartment and at least grab a robe—not that she remembered where she’d stuck it, in the closet or the laundry. But even a pair of jeans and shoes!
Here she was, still barefoot, sitting in the detective’s car as he spoke to someone on his cellphone. There had to be some law against this. As far as she was concerned, she was tempted to push
