CHAPTER 13
THE RAIN WAS falling harder when Joe jogged to the cab. I’d half expected him not to come, to hole up inside the shelter until I stomped in there and pointed out the error of his ways. But he opened the door and dumped a bag at my feet, the hefty kind backpackers used when they travelled across continents. His life. His life was in that one bag, and I thought of the entire cupboard I had at home filled with just stilettos and felt incredibly guilty.
“Still time to back out, Catie.”
I folded my arms and gave him my “seriously?” face, and he settled back into the seat with a faint smile. Whether out of happiness or exasperation, I wasn’t sure.
The cab only took five minutes to get to Heron Court, and when it pulled up in the car park outside, Joe reached for his wallet. Nice t
