“MY, MY, MY.” THAT NIGHT, Dee finished her last spoonful of Jake Jenson’s scrumptious one-pot Bolognese with thin spaghetti. “Jake.”
He grinned from across his living room table. “Glad you like it, Dee.” Due to incomplete paralysis from a car accident, he could stand and even walk a little but had to rely on a wheelchair for the majority of his mobility.
“Lisa, girl.” Dee fanned; Jake’s great cooking always had an orgasmic effect. “I’ll steal him away one day.”
Jake and Lisa Swanson laughed while Winston grimaced, which didn’t surprise Dee since he and Jake weren’t exactly best friends.
“Flirt much, Dee?” Winston chewed.
“I was just kidding.” She kissed his cheek, rubbing his hairy chin. “Lighten up.”
“Yeah, Winston.” Jake winked, his once-short, blond hair now grown into a long, lay
