Tara rushed over, her eyes on the body sprawled on the floor.
Not Jeff," she cried. "He was the most honest guy I knew."
"It's twenty million, Tara. Even I'd kill the devil for that amount of money," I said.
I grabbed his legs and stared at her. "Well, are you just gonna stand there and watch?"
She paused. "Oh, you want me to..."
She pointed at the body, looking around helplessly.
"Only if it would please Your Highness," I said.
"Okay, chill with the sarcasm, okay? We're in this mess in the first place because of your boyfriend," she snapped.
She walked over and grabbed his head.
"Oh, Jeff," she peered at his face and sniffed.
"I don't think I can do this, okay?" she looked away.
"Tara, I don't want a dead body in the room when Damon wakes up," I pleaded.
"Cause It's all about Damon, and no one else," she muttered under her breath.
I smiled. "You're not jealous, are you?"
