CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Up until now, I had never pictured my death. Maybe because I was certain I would die of old age in the comfort of my room and surrounded by my children and grandkids. Well, until now. I was very certain, from the way Lamon was glaring at me from across the room, he was plotting the easiest way to get away with my murder. I gulped, shifting my gaze to the one person that had put me into this predicament.
“Why the hell are there a bunch of people dancing in Lamon’s house at almost two in the morning?” I questioned just as a few more people stumbled inside the house. Lamon was definitely going to kill me this time round.
“Well, I didn’t think Ken would blow it into this proportion,” Dean said, obviously realizing the consequence of his actions.
“You said he was likely
