CHAPTER 5

          For now, all he wanted was a shower and a huge sandwich. Kaleb opened the kitchen door and stopped in the doorway. Sparkle was sitting at the table with a glass of wine in front of her and turned her head to look at him when he walked in.

“You’re late.”

          That niggle of guilt popped up again and was just as quickly squashed. He closed and locked the door behind him.

“I don’t punch a clock.”

“I don’t expect you to. But when we say dinner’s at six, it’d be nice if you showed up.”

          She shrugged.

“Maybe it’s just me, but most people would call that ‘being polite’.”

          The light over the stove was the only illumination and, in