That spot had always belonged to Darren.
The line was busy.
A second later, Kitty's phone rang.
She glanced at me, smiled, and deliberately hit speakerphone.
Darren's cool, detached voice filled the air.
"Where are you?"
Kitty was so spoiled she didn't even bother hiding it. She whined, "Blowing off steam. She got me dragged in by the cops and stole you away from me. I had to get a little payback."
The dull thud of boots connecting with flesh must have carried through the speaker. Darren went silent for a few seconds.
"Didn't I come back to spend the anniversary with you? Jules has a weak constitution. Tell your people to show some restraint."
"That's enough. If someone actually dies, not even the Sullivans and the Farleys combined can protect you."
His tone was cold, but Kitty sounded delighted.
"Okay, okay, I know you're worried about me~"
"Be a good boy and wait for me at the hotel. I'm on my way. Friendly reminder: my lingerie today is very sexy~"
She admired the intimate photos of me she'd just taken, then tipped my chin up with the toe of her shoe.
"Juliana Henson. Some things you think you have? You never had them at all."