Chapter 8
Not surprisingly, Jed was rather weary that night and on Saturday. His cheek had a raw bruise on it that needed some medical attention. The rest of his system recovered more naturally from the strain he had put upon it.
He grinned every time he thought of Russell's surprised outrage as Jed had opened the door. Ah, revenge is sweet, very sweet, Jed decided gleefully, especially a revenge so carefully calculated to prick the balloon of Russell's ego. To seduce his new young wife, and then to lick Russell in a fight right in front of said wife-that was very neat. He congratulated himself.
And Kittie had been a nice conquest, unexpectedly good. A bonus, one might say. Sherry with the dinner. Or a glass of stout red wine, one might suggest more appropriately. Yes, that analogy was
