Chapter 50
ShannonJonah was up when I got home from work at midnight. Before I pulled off my coat and scarf, I apologized.
“I didn’t mean to tell her. It slipped out.”
“You didn’t tell me you were having lunch with her.”
“She called me at the last minute. I thought maybe she wanted to be nice.”
Jonah balked at what I now knew was my naïveté. “Not likely. You should have known that she has an agenda.”
“Is it so strange to think that your mother might want to at least get to know me?”
“That’s not how she is. You and my mother aren’t friends, and you won’t ever be friends. She’ll get used to our being together, and be civil to you because she doesn’t like scenes, but you aren’t her kind of people. Period.” Too late, Jonah seemed to realize the harshness of his diatribe and his face sof
