Kat pulled up her contact list and walked out to the dining room. She stopped in the door and pointed herfinger at him. “You stay here.”
Jesus, what sort of monster did Kat think he was?
What sort of monster did Andy think he was?
Oh, God.
He folded his arms on the table and buried his face in them, shuddering.
Andy…What had Scooter done?
“God looks out for fools, lovers, and drunkards,” Kat said some long moments later. She turned the grill off, scraping the slightly overcooked burgers into a pile. Making him wait. Still furious.
“What?”
“Jason has him,” Kat said. “He is safe and well. They are waiting for a cab to pick them up.”
Thank God, thank God. “I can—”