Return to Sender by Jennifer Peel

Author:Jennifer Peel [Peel, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

I tucked some hair behind my ear. Jonah wouldn’t stop staring at me from across the table at Porter’s where he had taken Whitney and me for dinner. Whitney sat next to me, talking a mile a minute about her day with me and Tabitha.

“Dad, you should meet Tabitha. She knows more about dinosaurs than you.”

Jonah took a staring break and chuckled. “I’d love to meet her. Why don’t you invite her over one evening this week?”

Whitney’s eyes widened as if she had never thought of such a concept. “Do you think she would like to come over?”

“I’m sure she would love it,” I jumped in. “I can arrange it with Kara, if you would like?” I asked Jonah.

Jonah reached across the table and took my hand. “That would be great.” He turned to Whitney. “Would you like that, honey?”

“Yes!”

I had never heard her so animated.

“I can show her my fossil collection.” She set down her fork and turned thoughtful for a moment. “Dad,” she paused, “I think I should get some new clothes.”

Jonah tilted his head. “All right. What would you like?”

She looked down at her child power suit in navy. She let out a heavy breath. “Tabitha said I dress like a grown up. I think I want to look like a kid.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Jonah looked as if he were suppressing a smile. I could also see some relief wash over his face. “Do you want to go shopping now?”

“After I finish my Brussels sprouts.” She grabbed her fork and her knife and daintily cut her disgusting vegetable of choice into bite size pieces, and she actually enjoyed eating them. The child was a freak of nature, but I was beginning to adore her and her quirks.

“Do you have time to go shopping with us?” Jonah asked me.

I really should be home finding a quiet spot and reliving one or more of the worst moments of my life. I was already a day behind. I should have visited my own personal hell last night, but I was busy helping Whitney through some of her own problems and learning that ancient Egyptians used moldy bread to help fight infections and that they loved their makeup—both the men and the women. The responsible thing for me to do would be to go home, but Jonah began using his finger to outline the henna tattoo on my hand, sending shivers up my arm. His smolder wasn’t helping me want to be responsible, either.

“Please come,” his sexy voice implored.

“Okay.” Hell could wait.

Jonah held up his hand to flag down our server. “Check, please.”

Porter’s was located at the local outdoor mall, which made the impromptu shopping trip convenient but cold, as it was the first week of December. However, the scenery and walking hand in hand with Jonah more than made up for the chilly temps. The shopping center went all out this time of year with thousands of white lights hanging between the buildings and hundreds of

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