After the expected wait and bullshit, the insurance company had finally paid to have the structural damage professionally repaired. In an effort to put a little money in their pocket for fixing the truck, they had opted to do most of the cleanup and cosmetics themselves. Her sisters had been a godsend. Knowing her bent toward compulsiveness, they’d all pitched in to help scrub, polish and paint. The house gleamed from the crown molding to the scarred hardwood floors. Stepping down off the step-stool, Kat rolled her shoulders and surveyed the kitchen. With the new red stoneware washed and put away, everything but restocking the pantry was done. That would have to wait for Crux to get home.Closing the dishwasher she ran her fingers over the shiny façade. With a little destruction and deception her wily old man had even managed to get that replaced. Popping her cold cappuccino in the microwave, Kat leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. As much as she loved Gin, it had been a long couple of weeks and it was good to be back in her own house again.
