Con had more than enough money to support both of them, he assured her, so at least she wouldn't need to get another job. He even told her she could move in with him any time she wanted. They spent all their free time with each other, anyway, and everyone knew they were together. The scandal of the football hero sleeping with the girl from the wrong side of the tracks would wear off as soon as people saw they were serious about each other. So a week after she walked out of her job, Dulcie packed up her meager belongings and loaded them into the backseat of her car. She was on her last load, carrying a stack of books through the front door of her building, when someone rammed into her from the side. She let out a cry as she was forced against a wall. “Thought I forgot about you, didn't you?” Matt was growling in her face. He looked worse than she'd ever seen him, with open sores on his face and deep bags under his eyes, and he appeared to be missing a bottom tooth.
