“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, wearing un utterly fearsome expression on her face. She stood as a Norse Valkyrie, chooser of the slain. Only she appeared to want to slay both Kane and Dys.
She was magnificent.
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.
