Chapter Eight
An irate Aimee ran up the stairs of the boarding house, leaving several tenants gasping in her wake.
“How dare you!” she shouted while bursting into Angelica’s room unasked. Her friend was nervously picking up the clutter, something she never did. If Aimee had thought to notice, which she really didn’t, she would have seen that the redhead was quite distraught, her expression grim.
Angelica changed, however, the instant she saw Aimee and felt the force of her anger vented her way.
Jonas was sitting in a corner by the window, calmly cleaning his camera lenses. Though it took several seconds for Aimee to realize he was there, when she did, she turned her wrath on him. “And you! You published naked pictures of me in your paper! How dare you!”
“You never said I couldn’t,”
