CHAPTER EIGHT
“ARE YOU OKAY?” CONNIE asked when Dee got to her desk.
“I’ve had it with Winston’s shit.” She plopped in her chair. “He can have Lisa or any other woman for all I care.”
“He doesn’t want anyone but you.” Connie stuck peppermint gum in her mouth. “Don’t you trust him?”
“Yes.” Dee exhaled into her palms.
Connie chewed, sending peppermint aroma Dee’s way. “Do you trust yourself?”
“This has nothing to do with Jonathan.”
“So, you haven’t seen him since we wrapped up the Stuart case?”
“Why would I see him?” Dee glanced in her empty coffee cup. “That would be stupid, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m just wondering—”
“It’s none of your business; anyway. We’re not friends, Connie.”
She pursed her lips, jaws expanding with air.
“Don’t mistake my toleration for admiration, okay?”
“Wow.”
