CHAPTER FOUR
Kat washed her face in the bathroom of Benny’s condo. After he’d taken care of her vehicle and retrieved the three duffel bags full of her clothes and necessities, they had driven in silence to his place. She felt so drained after telling the two men about the horror story that her life had become, and she couldn’t find any more words to say to Benny. But it bothered her that he was just as quiet. It shouldn’t since the poor man had had the shock of his life tonight, having an old girlfriend . . . no, an old friend . . . come back from the grave. She couldn’t actually classify what they were back then as boyfriend/girlfriend since they’d only kissed that one night, and he’d asked her to be his girlfriend barely thirty-six hours before she “died.”
The way he’d reacted upon se
