Chapter Nine
“Apparently I can’t evict a fire chief,” Kate told him, sounding none too happy about it. They met in the driveway a few nights later—“night” being an odd word to use, since it was still light out. A chill had fallen even though darkness still hadn’t. Kate had rattled up the driveway with a full load of furniture. He noticed dark shadows under her eyes and a hint of purple at her temple. She must be exhausted, but that didn’t affect her spunk level.
“Did you check the city code or something?”
“No. I asked my grandmother. Let me just say that I got an earful.”
Darius refrained from pointing out that she could have done that from the beginning. “Technically, that’s not true. You have every right to evict me.”
She pointed at him in triumph, her work glove aimed at his chest.
