“Tell her to come back tomorrow.” “I would, but …” He scrubs at the stubble on his chin. God, who the fuck is this guy? Is he new? He’s really testing my fucking patience. “But what?” I snap. “I told her Mrs. Moretti wasn’t home, and she said she has nowhere else to go—” “So tell her to wait in her fucking car.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You have a fucking problem with that?” “It’s just … she’s kinda beat up, Boss.” I sit up straighter. Kat only has one living relative. Mia, I think.
