Chapter 33: KAT

"He's taking up all my space." Her little hands went to her hips, which was something she'd picked up from her grandmother lately and which gives her daddy fits. "What space, you pay rent?" Oh this ought to be good.

"Daddy, don't be silly. So when's he going home?"

"He's not, what is it that you're doing down there anyway?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff? What stuff, you're five years old you don't have any stuff." She rolled her eyes and hopped up on the bed for a cuddle.

I pulled her in close for a smell of her hair. Her sister was getting too old for mommy time, which was heartbreaking, but I still had my little terror and her new baby brother. She studied her fingernails and toes, which were full of sparkles from the mani-pedi set my mom had given her for Xmas. Something else that had caused world war six in my house when Colt first saw it, but was also one of the things that tipped me off that he was up to no good.

He'd been working up a good head of steam when he got a good look at