He looked around, expecting that she was dropping him off at a motel of some sort. He was surprised when he recognized the parking garage of her build...ing, where they’d been just a few days prior.“You’re not dropping me off somewhere?” He asked.It was possible she was pissed enough at him that she wanted him to find his own way to a motel.“No.”“Ok,” he said, pulling his duffle bag out of the back seat and looking around for an exit to the street.“Come on,” she said.“Really?”“Yeah.”She didn’t say. John had been living in his car for the past six weeks after Cathy had called the police on some trumped up charge when she’d thrown him out. The police had quietly listened while John sat in the back of a police cruiser before deciding he hadn’t done anything wrong. Even though Cathy had made all the trendy allegations about domestic violence and abuse. Before the police arrived she’d even tried to get John to hit her so she could stand in front of the police with a black eye and crow her. " OK. I'll leave. I know when I'm not wanted." Jack. Don't be like that. I'll just be a minute."I went over to the table and sat down as she finished up with the mix and ladled it into the muffin sheet. She put it in the oven and came over to the table. I slid the chair back and offered her my lap. She grinned and sat on me, her arms around my neck. She kissed me with enthusiasm."So, what's up with Wanda?" She's going to stay with us for a while until she finds someplace else to go." So, that. “Ron will you carry this case down please? I’ve packed some sheets. We seem to be changing your bed quite a bit at the moment.” “What would you like for your birthday dinner then Ron?” asked Jane as they pulled into Waitrose. “It may sound a bit unimaginative, but a nice sirloin steak with a salad appeals. Not too heavy so that it dampens performance in the bedroom Olympics.” “Perfect, but would you like to go over to Watson’s and choose the steaks?” “Can we be cheeky and ask you to cook the.