Jacine’s.
This was outrageous. What did he hope to accomplish there? I notice him standing too close to Jacine, but then again, she was just that beautiful.
But the fight with Dys was over-the-top. And now he headed into more trouble.
I swear. If he did anything to upset Jacine, I’ll pound him into the ground.
But even more incredible is the fact that another car sits in the driveway, a god damn red Ferrari, the one that Rory Holmes drove. What the hell was Rory doing here?
Stepping out of my car, I hear Kane knocking on the door and shouting for Holmes to come out of the house. Dys stood to the side looking equal parts amused and pissed, though I don’t know why.
The door jerked open, and an incredulous Jacine stood framed in the doorway, and Kane stepped forward. She was one woman facing two guys not known for their emotional stability and my long-buried protective instincts surged, and I tore down that driveway to the two men.
I skidded forward on the white gravel when I heard her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Holmes,” called Kane.
“Cole! Stop this.”
“Don’t be like this, baby. You don’t know this snake as I do. Did he pull the massage the feet thing on you?”
“Baby?” sputtered Dys.
Kane glanced over his shoulder.
“Sure. In case you haven’t noticed this woman is fine.”
“Oh, I noticed, asshole. So stay away.”
“Me? I’m here first.”
Jacine stared at both of them in disbelief and raked her silky hair with her hands.
“What the fuck?” said Holmes as he came to stand behind Jacine.
“You!” said Kane shaking his finger at Holmes. “Get the fuck out here and keep your hands off her.”
Holmes's eyes blazed with anger. “And who are you to say anything about it?”
A sick feeling swirls in my gut as I realize that Jacine is in the middle of a dangerous situation. These dickheads go off before the starting gun. And the stakes for Jacine were very high. The whole focus of her plan to rehabilitate the PR of these guys was to get them to co-operate on one project. In a town where one misstep meant millions in lost revenue, her failure would take a big chunk of the armor and cachet of Alexander and Wells.
Franklin would be furious. And that was the last thing my health-challenged friend or his overextended daughter needed.
I consider my moves, because as volatile as this situation is, I could make it worse by stepping in. Working with creatives I learned that the stress of having to perform 24-7, to present an image that might not match the inner man lends volatility to the public persona. Only Jersey, by his father’s long association with the PR firm, knows that I mean no harm.
But before I can decide anything, Jacine pulls up her five-foot, seven-inch frame and fire flashed through her eyes.
“All of you, get off my property now!”
I groan because this is not the way to treat three impetuous rock stars. She knows this, but I see the stress in her eyes too, and for the first time in my life I see Jacine Alexander unravel.
“But, sweetheart,” said Dys.
“Sweetheart?” protested Kane.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Want to make something of it?”
