CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“OPEN THIS DOOR,” LYDIA screamed from the bedroom. “Lucian!”
“She’s upset.” Jonathan listened from the parlor at the end of the hall. “I expected that.” He got vodka out the glossy black liquor cabinet. “You want one? It’ll help you relax.”
“We can’t do this.” Lucian sat on the black, suede couch. “This is wrong.”
“Why are you so uptight?” Jonathan relaxed in the high-backed chair in front of the abstract portrait. “You did your part and I’m grateful.”
“You promise you’re gonna let Lydia go once Dee gets here?”
Jonathan shook the liquor around in his glass.
“Candra said you wanted Lydia. What did she mean by that?”
“Why are you so concerned?” A gleam of deviltry hit Jonathan’s eyes. “You’ve already gotten attached to her?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Lydia has nothi
