CHAPTER TWELVE
THAT NIGHT, TRAN STEPPED aside while Dee entered Jonathan’s dining room.
The crafted, hardwood furniture brought stuffiness to the space but the bright green walls eased Dee’s apprehension.
“Please sit down.” Tran held out the wooden, Valencia chair with the embroidered back.
Fixtures of antique brass and metal accents presented bursts of warmth and charm throughout the space.
Dee sat, her butt sinking into the smooth, leather cushion.
“Jonathan should be out in a few minutes and you’ll eat once he arrives.”
“Okay.” Dee’s senses perked up at the aroma of fine wood and Pine Sol. “What are we having?”
“Maple glazed duck breast, crispy potatoes and mushroom salad courtesy of Jonathan’s garden.”
“That sounds delicious.” Dee got a cloth napkin off the table and laid it o
