CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jonathan sang through the hall. “Deidra?”
Dee scurried through the parlor and ducked beside the fireplace.
“Deidra?” Jonathan entered and checked behind the granite counter in front of the bar. “I smell your perfume.”
Dee held her breath, fists balled for possible combat.
“Come out.”
She peeked from around the fireplace, catching his stare.
“There you are.” He rushed to her.
“Get away from me.” She ran across the room.
He hopped over the couch and grabbed her by her elegant updo.
“Ah! Jonathan, wait.”
“Wait, wait.” He mocked, yanking her by neck. “It’s ‘wait’ now, huh? You scared now, Deidra?”
She grunted. “Stop!”
“Thought you and Rena were so clever, huh?” He pressed his nose into her cheek. “Sticking that needle in me did nothing but make me mad.”
“Jonath
