CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“YOU’RE NOT GOING TO have a slice?” Dee lay on the daybed in Jonathan’s garden that night, mouthful of greasy pepperoni pizza.
“Are you kidding?” Jonathan grimaced at the pizza box between him and Dee. “Not putting that junk in my body.”
She laughed, grabbing another large slice. “This junk got me through a lot of hard times.”
“Never would’ve taken you for a pizza freak.” His legs hung out the curtain. “Enjoy it. Once you become a member of The Circle, pizza will be a distant memory.”
She chewed, cheese sticking to her teeth. “Does it have to be?”
“Honey, part of being free and happy is being healthy, meaning no pizza.” He stroked her natural hair, which stopped midway her neck. “You’re so beautiful without the hair and makeup hiding you. Aren’t you more alive wit
