She stepped aside and nodded toward the open door. “Let’s go inside.”
“You aren’t dressed.”
She glanced down at herself. “Pretend it’s a swimsuit. I’m more covered in this.”
Nodding, Kaia walked inside, once again marveling at the fact that it was atreehouse.
Jana breezed by. “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”
“I was sidetracked by a conversation with Bishop,” he admitted.
“Come and sit next to me.” She patted the sofa and crossed her legs. “I have beer and wine in the refrigerator if you want a drink.”
He patted his jacket pocket. “The joint is enough for me.”
“You got it?” Jana squealed, clapping her hands. “Bring it!”
Smiling at her enthusiasm, Kaia walked to the sofa and dropped next to her. He dug out the cone and held it up.
She gasped. “Look how big it is.”
“Never had a girl say that about anything other than my cock,” he told her.
Giggling, she snatched the joint from him. Once he handed her his lighter, she lit it and took a long draw on it, holding her breath to absorb the smoke. She hit it again and threw her head back, revealing the tender skin on her long, delicate neck.
“This is so fucking strong,” she murmured.
Kaia took the joint from her and lit it again, then tested it for himself. Fuck, she was right.
“I can’t stay long,” he told her, handing her the joint. “Especially to do drugs. I work in the morning.”
“I’m so lonely, though. Besides, I owe you pussy for buying me the joint.”
“You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart,” he promised. “I didn’t have to bring it to you.”
She hit it, then held it while Kaia did the same before laying her head on his shoulder.
“I found out the identity of my real father.”
“I didn’t realize there was a paternity question.”
“Neither me, but Diesel’s so smart. He knew.”
“Yeah, he’s fucking brilliant.”
Jana slapped him playfully. “Stop it. He is.”
“To me, he’s just a fucking asshole.”
She took another long inhale, then handed it to him.
“What are you going to do about your long-lost father?” Kaia asked. “Is a reunion planned?”
“Diesel said I didn’t have to do anything about the new information, especially since my real father’s dead.”
“Fuck what Diesel said. What doyouwant to do? Ask the people who you thought were your parents why they lied? You must’ve had a reason for going on your search.”
“Ididn’t. It involves the club. He really didn’t give me much choice.”
