Tossing on a loose summer dress, she knew she wouldn’t need anything else because she had a closet full of clothes at her grandmother’s house… her house. Before she could talk herself out of it, Kat slipped through the window and landed in a crouch on the ground.
She sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to cry out when the vibration of it seemed to hone in on every injury she had. One thing for sure… she wasn’t up to walking. Sneaking round the front of the building, she climbed in her car.
Quinn opened the door to Kat’s room to check on her and narrowed his eyes. Kat’s bed was empty and the window was wide open letting in the cool night air. He’d been right in his suspicions about Kat sneaking off again. When she was younger, she’d had a tendency to do that whenever something got to her
