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urge to bolt back inside and see him again was immediate. And strong.
    â€œShit. I don’t need this right now,” I mumbled under my breath.
    â€œI’m sorry, brat,” Grace said, hopping in place to keep warm, “this is all my fault. I wanted to treat you to a good meal, get in some bonding time…and now we’re starving and coatless…”
    At her words, I sighed, shook my head and wrapped my knuckles against the cold metal doors.
    â€œYeah?” Eric’s voice said, although he didn’t open the door, not even a smidge.
    â€œWe need our coats,” I yelled, “we left them at our table.”
    â€œUnless you go and get them yourself, you’re out of luck, Princess. I’ve got a job to do. Come back tomorrow.”
    We were on our own.
    â€œHow perfect.” Grace linked arms with me as she navigated patches of black ice in high heels. “Too bad we didn’t leave a glass slipper behind, that would have been more romantic than down-filled jackets.”
    â€œNo glass slippers here.” I wagged a leg, showing off my army surplus finds – steel-toed military boots I bought the day after my spill on Roach’s stairs.
    â€œLovely,” Grace said on a laugh.
    â€œDon’t knock ’em. They’re the only things holding us upright.”
    â€œWe’re fine,” Grace said, really leaning on me now that I bragged about my no-slip grip. “I have my car keys, my purse, we’re parked right over there…it’s all good.”
    â€œBut I’m still hungry.”
    â€œI know it’s a grease pit, but there’s a burger joint on the way home –”
    â€œYou had me at grease .”

Chapter Ten
    Monty’s front door was unlocked. I barely leaned on it as I padded all my pockets, looking for my keys. When it swung wide, I fell into the house. I half expected to find Monty laughing as I stumbled on my feet, but the hall was empty.
    Though I’d eaten my fill of toxic burger, the hollow feeling settling in my stomach wasn’t totally related to the poor food choice. Coming home to an empty house was just wrong. My breath hitched in my throat. Had I really thought of Monty’s as home? That had to stop. Like now. Seemed like I was giving up on Mom or befriending the enemy. No matter how Monty had begun to grow on me.
    This wasn’t home.
    And it never could be.
    I flicked on the light and scanned the living room. An utter disaster. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought someone broke in and trashed the place, but this was how Monty lived.
    Shabby chic with a side of slob.
    It appeared Monty’s little shack had been overlooked by the unscrupulous, but there would be a face-smacking lecture on home security when he got in. Really, in this day and age you couldn’t go around leaving your front door open, especially on a Saturday night in the dead of February.
    I slammed the door and flipped the lock, rolling my shoulders against the tension threatening to setup shop in my neck. The old bastard was way too trusting, or oblivious to the slow decline of the neighborhood. Mom would never have been able to afford a house anywhere else in town. One of her proudest moments was buying our bungalow, tarnished only by Monty’s close proximity.
    And now I was living with the old coot.
    I pushed aside heavy velvet drapes, and waved to Grace from the large window. I was inside. Safe. She honked her horn and drove away. Good thing she hadn’t known or Grace would have insisted on doing a sweep through all the rooms.
    Which I did, my pulse racing ever so slightly as I locked the back door.
    I headed down to my basement hideout. Thankfully, no one skulked in the shadows. The house was clear. This time.
    Who would make sure Monty’s was safe when I left? I probably wouldn’t see him again after Mom was back on her feet and I went home.
    The idea of some future lack of Monty made that