CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“YOU’RE DOING GREAT for your first time at yoga, Dee.” Jinghua sat Indian-style on the blanket in Jonathan’s garden. “Now you’re gonna channel your breathing.”
“Like meditation?” Dee sat on her butt and folded her legs.
Jinghua smiled, her Asian features brightening. “It’s called Pranayama, and it cleanses you. Now relax your face and shoulders—”
“No,” Winston shouted. “I’m not going anywhere until I see Dee.”
“Oh, my god.” Dee jumped up in her light-blue leotard, ran through the garden, and flew to the front of the compound.
“Get out.” Jonathan pointed at Winston. “I’ll call the cops.”
“I don’t give a damn.” Winston got in his face. “You could put me in prison and I won’t stop until Dee’s back where she belongs.”
Tran and two security guards ran out the house.
