“I’ll think fast.” Jane grinned.
“Think about what? Fuck him then make up your mind. He might fuck like a steer instead of a bull,” Killyama warned.
Jane laughed. “Is that what happened between you and Train?”
Killyama gave a wicked grin. “Hell no. I thought I had myself a steer; instead, I had a mother fuckin’ bull.”
Chapter 14
The meal with her father and Bailey was a disaster. She blamed their father for overreacting about Raul, telling him she had been perfectly safe, that it was only when Jane had shown up that the situation had become dangerous.
Jane didn’t try to defend herself, though she did roll her eyes several times. Jane had, however, reminded Bailey that she had witnessed Raul raping a woman and that the mark on her face was from him slapping her.
“It was an extenuating circumstance,” she said, brushing over the incident of her abuse, not mentioning the attack on the other woman.
Her father sat in his chair, listening. “Well, thank God it’s over. I’ll call a lawyer first thing in the morning to see about getting the divorce started. You need to change the information on your accounts and block Raul from trying to get his hands on your money.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Bailey promised.
“Immediately,” their father told her with a hard glint in his eyes which Jane had never seen before when he was talking to his youngest daughter.
“I said I would,” Bailey soothed in the little girl voice she always used to twist him around her little finger. Predictably, her father was pacified.
Bailey placed her napkin on the table, standing up. “I’m going to take a nap before I meet Cade for dinner.”
“Both of us are meeting him for dinner,” Jane told her firmly. “He offered to take both of us out.”
Bailey gave a quick nod, belaying the angry glare she wanted to throw across the room at her.
“Cade isn’t the type of man either one of you should be having dinner with.”
Her father’s reaction startled her.
“I thought you knew him…”
He shook his head. “I never met him before I hired him to bring you two home. He has a dangerous reputation with his enemies and women, Jane.”
“I wasn’t planning on a serious relationship. It’s just dinner.”
“For you. I’m not so sure about Bailey. You know how she is. She has to have someone waiting when she goes through a break up.”
Bailey took after her father in that respect, while she took after her mother in going after what she wanted.
“I wouldn’t worry. He said he was leaving tomorrow. What could happen in one night?”
* * *
Jane started to get dressed as the time grew closer to meet Cade. She didn’t have much of a choice with the limited clothes Killyama had brought her.
“Jesus, pick something already.” Killyama was lying across her bed, reading a magazine.
“I don’t know what to wear,” Jane confessed, certain her stepmother would have packed Bailey’s suitcase with several outfits.
Killyama raised her hand, searching carelessly through the clothes until she found a deep purple mini-dress. “Wear that.” She plopped back down on the bed, turning another page in her magazine.
Jane put it on, realizing she didn’t have any shoes to wear with the sexy dress.
Killyama gave an aggravated sigh, closing her magazine before going to her own suitcase to pull out a pair of high heeled boots.
“You ready for me to do your hair?”
“Please.”
Jane sat down on the bench in front of the bed. Killyama climbed off, grabbing the brush and hairspray she never left home without. She went to work on the short locks, teasing and spraying Jane’s fine hair to give it volume. When she was done, she lightly applied some make-up yet accentuated her eyelids with a darker color.
“There.” Killyama took a step back, admiring her handiwork. “You look sexy as shit. That bitchy sister of yours doesn’t stand a chance.”
“You think so?” Jane asked, staring at herself in the mirror.
“Fuck, yeah. You better go. Don’t give her too much time alone with the dude.”
Jane jumped up, giving her friend a hug. “I love you. You’re the best.”
“Don’t I know it?” She collapsed back onto the bed. “Have fun, girl. Wake me in the morning to tell me how he was.”
Jane left the room laughing. She went to Bailey’s door, knocking on it softly.
Her father opened his bedroom door.
“She left an hour ago. I thought you went with her,” he said, surprise on his face.
“I must have misunderstood the time.” Jane hadn’t misunderstood. Bailey was pulling a fast one.