Jack rolled his tongue over his bottom lip and dropped the dish towel on the counter.
What, as April would say, the hell-o was going on out there?
“I think it’s for me,” he said.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“You can get glad in the same pants you got mad in.”
—Kerrie, California, United States
April
It was official. April was going to kill Kitty. Not humanely, either.
They wouldn’t find Jack if they were in jail.
April did not cross the threshold into the house because she wasn’t entirely certain this was Jack’s location, and there was the whole breaking-and-entering-equals-jail probability.
Simone didn’t have that same concern, apparently, because she followed Kitty inside, yanking on her arm to get her to backtrack.
They needed Travis. They shouldn’t have left him at the airport. He was the only one with a hope of physically removing Kitty.
Just when April was ready to explode, the world righted itself, because Jack strode into the living room. April’s heart seemed to stop for a blip of a millisecond.
He moved straight into the tug of war between Simone and Kitty.
Two others followed. A man who looked sort of familiar—Black, bald, and about Jack’s age. And a woman who seemed to be his wife? Probably?
This was likely their house. This wasn’t Jack’s house—they’d been to his apartment. Rachel had a key. That’s where they’d found—after an abundance of snooping on Kitty’s part—this address.
Oh dear God. This was Ben, the owner of the company she was signed with.
And his wife… Jack had mentioned her… Her name…
Sarah.
Ben and Sarah and holy, holy, holy shit.
“I told you he was here.” Kitty tugged her arm free. She waved to the two who had come in behind Jack. “I’m Kitty.”
“This istheKitty?” the woman—Sarah—asked.
Well, apparently Kitty’s reputation preceded her.
Sarah’s smile was radiant. “I am so happy you’re here. Why are you here?”
Simone turned three shades of red as she pointed to Kitty. “I am so sorry. She does whatever she wants and she’s scrappy as all get out.” Simone said the last part through clenched teeth.
April totally understood. Her teeth were clenched, too.
“How did you…?” Jack started to ask but then clearly didn’t know what to say.Get here? Find me? Find Ben and Sarah’s house?
“Jack,” April said. She was pretty sure her face was as red as Simone’s. And all the air seemed to be sucked from the room.
“April?” he asked, already moving toward her.
She’d changed clothes from earlier. This wasn’t the purple sponsor-wear she wore on the show, and not her usual athletic wear, either. A black Henley with jeans and red shoes that matched her lipstick. The red was thanks to Kitty.
