Chapter Eighteen
‘Aren’t you that famous singer doo-hickey,’ Ritchie said when he opened the cabin door but she wasn’t in the mood to be reminded. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Everything’s fallen apart,’ she said, slumping in past him. Nudging Rocky out the way she fell onto the couch.
‘What happened? Where’s Sloan?’
‘I think he’s been invaded by body snatchers,’ she said. Ritchie closed the door and crossed to his armchair by the fire. Rocky circled him then settled on the floor. ‘You should’ve seen him today, he talked to everyone. They all knew him. They all welcomed him. It’s like he never left.’
‘Aye,’ Ritchie said. ‘So?’
‘I think he’s living in my house,’ she said.
‘He’s suffocating you?’ Ritchie said. ‘I thought you were into the guy.’
‘I am into him,’ she said.
‘You came all the
