Reunited - Page 16

Her tummy growled. She wandered into the kitchen to see what the Rogans had left for her. Debbie Rogan was usually good for some decent eats. Kathryn peeked into the fridge and found some Black Forest ham and cheddar cheese. A ham sandwich sounded good. Then she spied the left over pizza box. Mmm, even better.

She pulled out the box and found three pieces of cheesy pepperoni pizza. Perfect. She placed two of them in the microwave and pushed start. She poured herself a glass of iced tea while she waited.

Ding! The doorbell. Who would be coming around on a Friday night? Could be the paper boy.

She walked to the door and opened it.

There stood the Italian Stallion himself, complete with Math book in hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“You said you were babysitting.”

“Uh, yeah. And I am.”

“The kid still up?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, she’s in bed.”

“Good. We can study.”

“I am studying. Government. Not Math. I’ll see you on Monday after school, Brett.”

“Come on. Please? I came all the way over here.”

“I’m not allowed to have people over while I babysit.” Okay, that was a lie. She often had friends visit while Terry was sleeping. Debbie didn’t mind.

“Nice try, Kath. I talked to your mom. She told me where you were and said it would be okay if I stopped by.”

Mental note—have a chat with Mom.

“Nobody calls me Kath, by the way.”

“Then I’ll be the first. I like it.”

She kind of liked it too, and that irked her.

“I have my own studying to do.”

“It’s Friday night. You can study tomorrow.”

“Yeah, it’s Friday night, so why are you here? Why aren’t you out partying with your heavy metal zombie friends?”

He laughed. “Heavy metal zombies? That’s rich.”

“Whatever. Why aren’t you out with your girlfriend?”

“Michelle’s out of town for the weekend. Some wedding or something.”

“And there’s absolutely nothing else for you to do than bother me?”

He smiled, flashing his dimple. “I wanted to see you. I have some questions about math.”

“Call me tomorrow, then.”

“I’m here now. Come on, please?”

The microwave dinged.

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