“We will now!” Trinity rattled on. “And we're going to make you, like, the best dinner ever, Mr. Gemson!”
“That sounds promising,” he said. “Just please don't burn the house down.”
The look he tossed me told me to make sure Trinity didn't burn the house down—reefer or not.
While he headed back to his office, Trinity and I hurried downstairs. We stopped dead as soon as we entered the basement. It mainly consisted of one vast, spacious room with pale, purple silky couches and an even bigger flat-screen T.V. than the one upstairs. A smaller kitchen with perfectly polished counters and sleekly smooth wooden cabinets led off on its right.
“This place is awesome!” squealed Trinity. “Ooh! He's even got a wine cabinet!”
I followed her eager eying and, yes, saw Jaiden owned one. Let the drinki
