Chapter Twenty-Six

“What's going on in here?” Christopher asks, his eyes going back and forth between Jonathan and me.

“Just looking for a missing chess piece,” Jonathan tells him with a smug smile.

“That's not what it sounded like,” Christopher tells him, his voice low and dangerous.

I see the piece near the back of the couch, grab it, and hold it up triumphantly. “Found it.”

“What are you two doing?” Christopher asks. His hand is still over the mouthpiece of his phone and his eyes are flashing.

“Playing strip chess, obviously,” Jonathan replies. I could smack him.

Christopher's eyes go wide and he looks over at me.

“Wait. Just regular chess,” Jonathan amends. “She still has her dress on despite the fact that I'm winning.”

I really could smack him this time, but instead I just roll my eyes.

“I'm seriously doubting the doctor's concerns about a concussion,” I tell him. “You're doing just fine.”

I roll up onto my toes and then up to standing. I walk deliberately back to the opposite side of the