Diego made a face of disapproval. Nothing that Jessica told him about Jeri Hogarth gave him a warm and fuzzy. He knew she provided an income for Jessica and Malcolm but got under his skin worse than Oscar the times he'd been in the same room with her. The knife thrower would rather push a broom than be a subordinate to the wicked witch of the east coast.

He gave a nod at what Jess had told him about Malcolm. "Yeah. It was nice. Food was good. I think that drink went to my head..." Diego seemed to forget that it wasn't just one but three by the end of the party. He hadn't really had more than a shot in years. His head fell back as Jessica ran her fingers on his bare skin.

"Why did you do this? Didn't think parties were something you liked?" he muttered through closed eyes.