Chapter Eighty-Eight

For a while, Jeff gazed solely at Rome, then his eyes shifted to Catherine, and he thought, ‘Bingo.’

Feeling enrage that Rome had yelled at Dash, Chloe stood to her feet, rested her palms flat against the table as she coldly stared at Rome and harshly intoned, “Who the hell do you think you are to order my husband around when you are a lesser being than him!”

“Chloe, sit back down and shut up!” Dash said as he glared at her with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

“What?”

“Sit down. We should be worrying about your father and not be causing more problems for ourselves!”

Feeling embarrassed, Chloe remained standing as she threw Dash a dirty look.

“Your husband is right,” Dana said, gazing at her daughter with a touch of worry in her eyes.

“Mother!” Chloe angrily mumbled.

“Chloe, your father is not on good terms with your grandfather right now, so this is not the time to be putting up an attitude!”

“I know, but…”