didn’t even tell her.” Leo headed for the kitchen.
Jonathon followed. “I didn’t, but she has no reason to be mad. I’m helping her out. How much was everything?”
“I have no clue. Deyon has the receipts. I left her shopping and went to get the car. I took it to Archer to check over to make sure it was working okay.”
“Thanks. No wonder you took so long. It’s already after ten.” Jonathon glanced at the wall clock.
“Nope. That didn’t take long. I was waiting for Deyon. It’s a good thing I went into Karltons when I did—she’d already got the store manager to help her. He was pushing around a cart along with two others employees who also had filled wagons. Deyon was about to get a cart of her own when I got there. Told her we had to go. Boy, was she pissed. When we went to the counter, I realised she had another cart there already waiting. That woman is a shopping manic.” Leo chuckled.
He pulled out a hero sandwich and handed it to Jonathon then took one for himself. They sat at the island and started eating. Eventually the women joined them and they got their food. Harmony ignored him and conversed with Deyon and Leo. Soon they were finished and Deyon and Leo were getting ready to leave. At the front door, Jonathon hugged Deyon and shook Leo’s hand.
“How much do I owe you, Deyon?” he asked.
Deyon raised her head. “Nothing. Harmony and I worked it out.”
She pivoted and strutted out. Jonathon shook his head and glanced at Leo. He was watching Deyon walk away. The lust on his face was evident. Jonathon smacked him on the back of his head.
“Stop ogling her ass.”
Leo rubbed his head then pushed at his shoulder. “But it’s a great one. What’s going on with you and Harmony?” Leo stared at him.
Jonathon glanced back then frowned when he didn’t see Harmony, though she’d come into the hall with him. He faced Leo again then crossed his arms over his chest.
“Just like you and Deyon—it’s none of your business.”
“Fair enough. But you know the family will wonder why she’s staying with you.” Leo left with those words.
Jonathon knew they would. He pulled the key for the car out of his pocket and pointed it at the vehicle, armed it then stepped back inside. He heard footsteps and turned to see Harmony coming down the hall from the direction of his office. She headed to the stairs.
“Harmony, here’s the key.” He held it out.
She took it then went up the stairs. Jonathon stood at the bottom of the staircase watching her retreating figure. He was curious about what Harmony and Deyon had worked out but didn’t think it was a good time to ask. Jonathon locked up then went upstairs to bed. He decided he’d talk to her in the morning before they both headed out to work.
* * * *
The next morning, he came down early so he could make her breakfast and they could talk. In the kitchen, he noted something on the island countertop. He frowned, picking up the key for the car. Jonathon went to the front door, peeked out of the window and saw the Corolla was still there. A suspicion formed and he stood at the bottom of the stairs.
“Harmony,” he called.
There was no sound upstairs. Jonathon returned to the kitchen then realised there was a paper under a magnet he had on the fridge. He went over and took it down. Jonathon read the note from Harmony, which informed him she would be home late. He crushed the note in his hand, wondering where she was going. Jonathon fixed the magnets back to how they should be, then went to get ready for work. Throughout his workday, all he thought about was Harmony and what she was doing. When he arrived home he got comfortable then paced, waiting for her. Finally, he heard the key in the lock. He saw it was nine thirty and, from their conversations, he knew Friday was her early day at the university so she’d finished at twelve. He went into the hall and waited for her to open the door.
“How did you get to work? Where have