All Chapters of Red Wine for Breakfast: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

When Jenny woke up, she could hear the television in the other room. For a second she thought that Gayle was visiting, but then she remembered. She went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, but it didn’t help remove the redness on her cheeks or the emptiness in her heart. She moved as if she were in a fog and grabbed a few things from her closet and drawer to wear. When she came into the living room Johnny turned down the volume on the television.“Did I wake you?” he asked.“No, I didn’t get much sleep anyway. Want me to make coffee?”“I already did. Do you want me to get some for you?”“If you don’t stop being so nice to me, I’m going to throw you out of here.” Jenny smiled at him.“You might want to rethink that outfit.”“What do you mean?”Jenny looked at her clothes. She had put on a green sweater with a bright red pair of jo

Tony stared at the list in his hand trying to come up with some other explanation than the one Kimberly was suggesting. Alongside every recording artist’s name was a small ‘K’ notation with a range of numbers, beginning with three to seven, then jumped to fifteen to twenty-six. They were all dated from the time that Tony initiated the new program format, the one that his “good friend” Harry had suggested, and they were all timed during the morning Red Wine For Breakfast program.“Kim, I appreciate you’re uh, borrowing this from Harry, but I’m not giving it back to you.”“But, Tony, if he finds out, he’ll kill me! You should have seen him this morning tearing the place apart. There was no way I was going to tell him I had the file. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”“I’ll take care of it. I’ll have my driver take you home. Don’t talk to a

 “Wes murdered Gayle? I can’t believe it,” Jenny exclaimed in shock.“I didn’t say he murdered her,” Gary explained. “From what he told us, we’re calling it an accidental homicide.”“No wonder the guy’s been acting so spaced out. Wes knew all along how Gayle died. That explains why he didn’t stay in the studio when I asked him to play “Friends” for you.”“And I thought he left because he was overcome with grief. He was overcome with guilt! Gary, did Wes tell you exactly what happened, and is what Tony said true about the drugs?”“We were investigating the homicide and the drug part just fell into our laps. Jenny, we owe our success to you for cracking Gayle’s computer code and letting us get access to her files. She had made copies of Wes’s personal logs and was trying to figure out the connection between Wes and Harry, whe

It was obvious that the mood in the conference room Friday afternoon was decidedly different than the last time Brian had called everyone together to announce a change in ownership. There was a sense of relaxation and familiarity that had replaced the anxiety and tension of a few weeks before.When Jenny and Johnny arrived at the KKTM conference room together, everyone stopped their conversation to congratulate them on helping solve Gayle’s murder. Jenny accepted their accolades with mixed emotions. Everyone from KKTM was there, everyone except her friend and, of course, Wes. As much as she was glad Brian was back, Jenny knew that things at KKTM would never truly be the way it was before Tony.She took a seat and Johnny sat next to her. She was aware of the stares and did her best to avoid meeting anyone’s gaze. Tony arrived with Beverly, followed by Brian and Denise. It was the first time she had seen Denise at a staff meeting and Jenny was pleased to see

Jenny followed Johnny into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She dropped her purse on the floor, walked over, and put her arms around him. Johnny held her tightly, she responded to his embrace by holding him even closer. “Are you sure?” he whispered. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Jenny’s hands moved up to the back of Johnny’s head. She lowered his face to hers and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue moved to meet his. His response was immediate, as he followed her lead. Johnny slowly unzipped the back of her dress and she let it slide to the floor revealing she hadn’t worn anything underneath, except for the knee length nylons that matched her shoes. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said “Yeah, I know. Shut up. I don’t want to talk.” She began unbuttoning his shirt, never once taking her eyes away from his. She pulled it off his shoulders and began kissing his chest, her fingers delicately running her nails do