My breath hitched in my throat as I watched her stare down two of the biggest rock stars in the country. Now, that was a woman worth having.
“What do you mean, ‘now?’” spouted Dys.
“Enough!” she ordered. She waved her hand at a limo parked by the door, and the driver rolled the window down.
“Anson, please take Mr. Dys home.”
“Yes, Ms. Alexander.”
“But Jacine—” Dys said.
“Go! I’ll talk to you later. And neither one of you better have a black eye tomorrow because we have more talk shows to do.”
Dys drew his lips tight together but entered the limo after the driver opened the door.
“Tobias, please take Mr. Kane home.”
“I’ll drive myself,” he said.
“No. Look. Goddamn it, your eye is swelling already. You won’t be able to see out of it to drive. Go home. Put some ice on it.”
“I’d rather you put something else on it.”
I could not believe the jerk leered at her.
“Tobias, please,” she said as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Come on, Mr. Kane,” said the lawyer. Though he spoke formally, his tone was anything but respectful. Jacine scowled at Cole, and he nodded his head.
“I’ll call you later,” he said as if he had that right.
Jacine stood like the ice princess she was as the men drove off, leaving her alone with me. And then she blinked.
“Damn,” she said. “I don’t have a ride home.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go?”
“How about a nice island in the Caribbean?”
