I sensed Cate waiting for me, before I opened the door. I’d recognize her perfume anywhere. I also picked up the scent of green onions, mushrooms and basil along with a faint paper bag smell. She’d shopped. Damn. I knew I’d forgotten something. My mouth watered as I buzzed myself in. Sure enough, standing in the hall was Cate. She was an exotic woman with her high cheekbones, coffee skin, and honey brown, kinky-curly hair, but her posture tonight told me she wasn’t here to celebrate my new job. Her body language spelled trouble with Joey, the on-again/off-again ass-wipe boyfriend. I did have my psychic moments, but this was purely visual. Her duffle bag and backpack gave it away, along with the tears. I swiped the lock and let us both in. My BFF needed a place to stay . . .