Chapter 17

• Jennifer was seated on the kitchen island behind him as Jonathan washed the dishes, with her pretty legs dangling adorably as she watched him, pretty hair pinned up with a pen and eyes following his movements.
• “Was it the first time you had a drink, last night?” he asked, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, scrubbing the frying pan he had used to make eggs for her.
• Jonathan knew her ingestion of the weed brownies was accidental - Jennifer didn’t know what she was eating when her brother offered her the treat - but her drinking was a different subject that they really should approach.