Chapter Eleven
Rebecca turned on a heel and the kitchen door swung closed leaving Lindsey to fret over the impossible situation in which she found herself. It would be but a few scant moments before she would hear the rap from the other side and she would be expected to bounce out of the kitchen with a tray of goodies in her hand and a shiny glass knob in her ass.
Lindsey paced the length of the kitchen, still trying to come to terms with what was required of her; still not convinced, even at this late juncture, that she could go through with it. She heard voices in the opposite room; bright laughter and the sounds of chairs being re-arranged. Lindsey stopped by the counter and poured herself a couple of ounces of scotch and downed it straight. The liquor hit her stomach like a hot ingot
