Chapter 50
NickLess than a day later, I sat in Micky's living room and vowed to get Jonah a hell of a Christmas present. Ophelia sat with her tail wagging and soft, brown eyes fixed on my plate of blueberry pancakes. The living room smelled of syrup and frying bacon.
"I don't think your mother would be happy if I gave you pancakes," I told the beagle. She ignored me and whined.
"No, I wouldn't," Micky said, coming into the room with bacon on a paper towel-lined plate. She offered me some, and I gladly took a couple of pieces.
"I talked to Jonah. It's done," I told her.
Micky gave me that familiar suspicious look. I vowed never to do anything again to earn that look.
"I have to be sure," she replied.
"Be sure. You're not getting fired. Taryn's not getting fired. Your company can proc
