CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“WHAT?” DEE HADN’T EVEN gotten to her desk good the next morning before Connie rambled about CeCe Babbitt.
“Yeah.” Connie gawked at Dee. “He and his aunt showed up at The Marion Bistro last night when Grayson and I were having dinner. He’s stalking me, Dee.”
“Aren’t you blowing this out of proportion?” Dee sat, nausea ripping through her stomach. “Ooh, Jesus.” She took two nausea pills with Sprite.
“You all right?”
“This damn stomach.” Dee rubbed it. “I’m sick in the mornings, evenings and night.”
“I told his a*s off, but it didn’t faze him.” Connie propped her elbows on her desk. “He’s not that timid guy he used to be and he let me know it. It wasn’t what he said but the way he said it.”
“Report his a*s for s****l harassment and get him out of here.”
“That’s not
