CHAPTER TWELVE
“OKAY, I UNDERSTAND,” Dee spoke on the phone while pinching Winston’s arm. “Yeah, please keep me informed, Kelley. Bye.” She hung up the phone.
Winston scooted beside her, his leg hanging off the bed. “What did he say?”
“The same thing he said on TV. He won’t have more information until he investigates. Winston.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Jonathan is dead. I mean he’s really dead.”
Winston pushed his shoulders back. “Hell, let’s get the invitations ready for the party.”
“Winston.” She gaped at him.
“I don’t wanna hear it, Dee.” He raised his hand. “Jonathan got what he deserved and I’m not pretending I ain’t happy.”
“He’s dead. Deep down don’t you feel a little sad?”
“Nah, I’m good.” He grabbed her waist and puckered his lips. “Where were we?”
“I can’t b
