Chapter 12: Riverside
Thursday.
The next morning, after Ben left the saltbox without breakfast and a shower, returning to his estate in his shiny Jaguar bullet, I suggested that Kat and I take a walk through Ladmar Park. The woman politely declined, said it was too snowy out, which was exactly what I expected from her. Kat abhorred the winter months, claiming them unapproachable. I couldn’t grasp her discontent and wondered why she didn’t pack her bags and move back to Miami. Some people liked to b***h about the weather all the time. That was the group I had assigned her to since she always said it was too hot, sticky, chilly, or rainy.
“I have the morning off, Kat. Do something fun with me before my trip to Pittsburgh.”
“You’re leaving tonight, right?”
“In the evening. After I do the
