Chapter 5

Jesse went about the business of finishing up the dishes. There was still enough moussaka for dinner the next day, and after a day of marinating, it probably would be better than tonight’s. He could get some fresh greens for the salad and new candles, too. And another bottle of champagne, he thought as he dropped the one he and Nick had killed into the recycle bin.

That task completed, he checked on Shelby. She had moved from the hallway floor to the couch in the living room.

“Shel,” Jesse admonished, hands on hips. “You know what Daddy Denny would say if he caught you on the couch.”

Apparently Shelby did know because she slithered off the sofa onto the floor, giving Jesse one of those “oh all right, be that way” looks. Jesse knew she’d be back on the sofa as soon as he left the room. She always was when Denny banished her from the bedroom at bedtime, but she was clever enough to get caught only rarely.