Chapter 47

I looked down at the clear liquid, hesitating.

“You didn’t say anything about the new decor Wynona.” I pointed out, pouting as I raised the

glass.

“Oh yeah!” she giggled turning around. “It looks great, I would have done a lot more…”-she ran her hand across a frame of a painting. I could not tell what the artist was going for, all I could see were legs and a ton of color, but I liked it. Seeing my chance, I emptied the contents of my glass into the plant pot beside me, hoping the dosage would not be enough to kill the plant.

I raised the glass to my lips just as Wynona turned.

She frowned at me, then shrugged and smiled. “I wanted us to drink at the same time, but hey! I appreciate the spirit.” She downed hers and gagged, sputtering. “How the fuck did you manage to keep this down with a straight face?”

“Oh you know, Italian genes.” She snorted at that.

It took a little convincing, but Gideon reluctantly agreed to let me go out without him, even though his brows stayed knit together as