Both of them gave me the stink eye, but I don’t care. It was about time these two manned up and started acting like adults.
“Why don’t you mind your own business, Holmes,” snapped Kane.
“Cole,” said the lawyer. “He’s right.”
“And what business is it of yours?” said Cole.
“If you want to know, it was my connections that got you that date. My reputation, not to mention friendships of long standing are on the line if you screw up.”
“What?” said Jacine with disbelief betraying this was news to her.
“I wouldn’t do it for just anybody, Jacy. But I placed a call. Or two.”
“Tobias, you shouldn’t have.”
“It was important to you, so I did.”
Cole looked like someone took away his favorite toy. Jersey bristled, and I didn’t understand why, until I saw Jacine Alexander’s eyes sparkle with affection for the lawyer. And Cole and Jersey obviously had their sights set on her.
And losing badly to Mr. Lawyer.
“What the hell!” spouted Cole.
“Cole, please,” pleaded Jacine.
“Why are you trying to appease this asshole,” snarled Jersey.
“Let’s take this outside,” said Tobias.
“Shut up!” Cole and Jersey said in unison.
A shocked PA ran up to them. “Guys, we are trying to tape here. You’ll have to leave.” A security guard moved into our line of sight, punctuating the need for us to get out of Dodge.
Cole scoffed, and Jersey sneered, but they turned toward the exit. Even in this, they made into a competition by nearly pushing each other out of the way.
Jackasses.
And then it got worse.
I followed her and the lawyer out to the parking lot to find Kane and Dys rolling around on the ground.
It was a perfectly fine spring evening, with the sun shining low in the sky and the temperature a perfectly reasonable seventy-two degrees, but these two were sweating like pigs in their effort to pound each other into the ground.
“Damn it,” I grunted as I pulled the topmost, which was Dys, off of Kane.
“What are you, five?”
The lawyer helped Kane off the ground, but none too gently.
“Do I have to remind you,” he said derisively, “that a condition of your bail is that you don’t get into any more trouble? Do you want to go to jail?” the lawyer sputtered.
“Tobias, will you get Mr. Kane home?”
“Oh, so it’s Mr. Kane now?”
Her eyes grew dark as a raven’s wings as she put her hands on her hips. Though she wore a thoroughly LA fashion statement of a red duster, white cami top and skinny black jeans, the expression on her face was utterly fearsome. She stood as a Norse Valkyrie, chooser of the slain. Only she appeared to want to slay both Kane and Dys.
She was magnificent.
