In the Belly of Jonah

by Brannan, Sandra

  Roy and Jens squared off in the tiny little space between the swinging door and the employee lunchroom, and Michelle was finding it harder and harder to breathe with every passing second of mounting tension. She had never seen Roy so angry before and she had never seen Jens angry at all. And she knew she’d find Charlene waiting for her outside, angry as hell at her for making her wait. This was turning into a disastrous night.

  “Jens, please,”she pleaded, pulling on his muscular arm, trying to make him follow her out the door and away from this place.

  Through clenched teeth, he warned, “Stay away from Michelle, Roy Barker, or you will be the one who regrets it for the rest of your life.”