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She was upstairs now. Right next to the door leading up to my room. Taking a bath . . . Shit.
I had to leave. Putting space between us today was important. This morning with her had been good. I wasn't going to keep her at a distance so that her basic needs were neglected anymore. She would eat my food, dammit. She would sleep in a good bed and bathe in a nice big bathroom. No more treating her like the fucking help.
The weight off my shoulders was now replaced with fear. Fear that I wouldn't be able to stay away from her. Knowing she was right there, asleep. Watching her eat, which I would now be doing regularly to make sure she ate normal food. I wasn't going to be able to stay away.
V. I needed to talk to V. He'd remind me of why I couldn't have her. Why I couldn't tuck her into my arms and hold on. After glancing up at the stairs one more time, I headed for the door. Getting some breathing room away from her and talking to someone rational would be good for me.
I climbed inside my Range Rover and dialed my mother's number. They had to be coming home soon. I was running out of time. Jennie would know everything, and I would lose her. I would make sure she was taken care of, though. I wasn't going to just let her run. I'd hold a damn gun on Abe if I had to in order to get him to go after her. Stupid fucker.
"Lisa," my mother said after the third ring.
"When are you coming home?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"I'm not sure. We haven't discussed it," she replied. The annoyed tone in her voice didn't surprise me. She hated knowing that I could make her come home now if I wanted to.
"Let me talk to Abe."
She sighed dramatically. "Why, Lisa? So you can yell at him for not being there for his adult daughter who can take care of herself now?"
Gripping the steering wheel, I took several deep breaths and reminded myself that cursing out my mother wasn't cool. This was just her being her self-centered self. "Credit cards, houses, cars—it's all mine, Mom," I reminded her instead.
She made a noise that sounded like a hiss.
"Hello, Lisa." Abe's voice came over the phone.
"She has a job at the club. Says she's going to move out and get her own place soon," I told him. Surely he could see how Jennie's living alone was a bad idea.
"Good. I knew she'd be able to figure things out," he said.
I jerked the Range Rover over onto the side of the road. My blood pounded in my ears, and my vision went blurry. Motherfucking piece of shit. Did he really just say that? "You don't deserve to breathe air, you sorry son of a bitch," I growled into the phone.
He didn't reply.
"She's a fucking innocent. She's so damn innocent and trusting. She's gorgeous. Blindingly gorgeous. Head-turning, drop-dead gorgeous. Do you get that? Your daughter has no one. No one. And she's vulnerable. She's hurt and alone. Any jackass could use her. Don't you care?" I was breathing hard. My knuckles turned white where I gripped the steering wheel, trying to control my rage.
"She has you," was his only response.
"Me? She has me? What the fuck are you talking about? You know me. I'm Dean Manoban's daughter. Who am I? I'm sure as hell not her protector. I'm the heartless asshole who took her father away from her when she needed him most. That's who the fuck I am!" Me. He'd said she had me. As if I were worthy of that responsibility. Didn't he cherish her? How could a father have a daughter like Jennie and not want to protect her?
"I would have left without your visit, Lisa. I couldn't stay. She hasn't needed me in years. She doesn't need me now. I'm not what she needs. But you . . . maybe you are."
How the fuck did he think that made sense?
"She'll be OK. She'll be much better without me. 'Bye, Lisa," Abe said, with a heaviness to his voice that I hadn't heard before. Then the line went dead.
He had hung up.
I sat there staring at the road ahead of me. He wasn't going to do anything for her. He was really going to let her figure things out on her own. And he had a small hope that I'd help her. That was it.
She would be fine. I would make sure of it. She'd be motherfucking perfect. I wouldn't let anyone hurt her. I'd protect her. She didn't have a father to keep her safe, but she had me. She wasn't alone. Not anymore.
She had me.
I didn't want to talk to V anymore. I needed to be alone. To think. To plan. Jennie was mine to protect. I had to make sure I didn't let her down again. She deserved so damn much.
I came home hours later with a newfound determination. I would be Jennie's friend. I would be her best friend. Fucking best damn friend she ever had. Nothing would touch her or hurt her. She wouldn't want me making things easy or taking care of her, so I would have to do it quietly Make her think she was handling it.
I opened the door, a smile touching my lips. Knowing she was inside made things seem right with the world. Until I saw her on the steps dressed like a fucking wet dream.
Holy hell, why was she wearing that?
A short denim skirt with boots—cowboy boots . . . dear Lord, have mercy. "Day-um," I muttered, closing the door behind me.
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I might not have the clothes for Lisa's parties but I had everything I needed to go to a honky-tonk. It had been awhile since I'd worn my blue jean skirt. It was shorter than I remembered but it worked. Especially with my boots.
Lisa had left this morning while I was taking my bath and she hadn't been back since. I wondered if my room was off limits to her friends if she had a party here. I didn't like the idea of strangers having sex on my bed. I didn't really like the idea of anyone but me having sex on the bed I was supposed to sleep in. I wanted to ask but I wasn't sure how to go about asking something like that.
Leaving before Lisa got back meant I wouldn't know what to expect. Should I plan to wash my bedding when I got home? The idea made me cringe. When my foot hit the bottom step the front door swung open and Lisa walked inside. When her eyes found me she froze and slowly took in my appearance. I wasn't dressed to impress her crowd but there was a crowd out there that I might get some attention from.
"Day-um," she muttered and closed the door behind her.
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She was going out in that. To the club . . . with Jisoo Shit. "You, uh, wearing that out to go clubbing?" I asked, trying not to let her hear the panic in my voice.
"It's called honky-tonking. I'm pretty sure it's a completely different thing," she said, smiling at me nervously.
A bar. She was going to a bar. Dressed like that.
I ran my hand through my hair and tried to remind myself that she wanted us to be friends. Friends didn't lose their shit and demand that each other change clothes before leaving the house.
"Can I come with y'all tonight? I've never been honky-tonking," I said.
Jennie's eyes went wide. "You want to go with us?"
I let my gaze travel down her body again. Oh hell, yes, I did. "Yeah, I do."
She shrugged. "OK. If you really want to. We need to leave in ten minutes, though. Jisoo is expecting me to pick her up."
She was going to let me go. No argument. Thank God. "I can be ready in five," I assured her, and took off up the stairs. I could get changed and down here in plenty of time. Drunk men in a bar with Jennie looking like an angel in a pair of cowboy boots was not happening. At least not without me there to beat them off her.
If I was going to a damn country bar, I was going looking like the daughter of Dean Manoban. Country bars weren't my thing, although Jennie's boots were definitely on my list of favorite things. Any reason to see her in those boots was a plus.
I grabbed a Slacker Demon shirt and threw it on with my jeans. Then I added my thumb ring. I brushed my teeth and added deodorant before stopping and looking at myself in the mirror. I was missing something.
I grabbed a few of the small hoops I wore on occasion and slid them into my ear. Sticking out my tongue, I grinned, thinking about Jennie's interest in my tongue piercing. She was almost in my lap last night trying to look at it. If she attempted that tonight, I might just let her crawl all over me. Shaking my head at my thoughts, which would lead to nothing but trouble, I ran for the stairs. I hadn't taken ten minutes, but I was pushing it.
On my way back down the stairs, my eyes found Jennie, who was watching me closely. It made my heart speed up when she looked at me like I was some kind of treat. God knows I had thought about tasting her in many, many ways. The idea of her having any naughty thoughts about me got me more excited than I needed to be in these tight jeans.
When her eyes made it to my face, I stuck out my tongue so she could see the piercing. Her eyes flared, and I wanted to groan. Damn, the things I wanted to show her with this little piece of silver.
"I figure if I'm going to a honky-tonk with guys in boots and cowboy hats, I need to stay true to my roots. Rock and roll is in my blood. I can't pretend to fit in anywhere else," I explained.
She laughed. "You're going to look as out of place tonight as I do at your parties. This should be fun. Come on, rock-star spawn," she said, looking pleased before heading toward the door.
I hurried around her and opened the door for her. Something else I should have been doing all along. "Since your friend is riding with us, why don't we take one of my cars? We 'd all be more comfortable than in your truck," I suggested. I wanted her sitting up front with me. Close to me. So I could look at those legs . . . and boots. I didn't want to be crammed into a truck with Jisoo.
She glanced over her shoulder at me. "But we'd fit in better if we took my truck."
I pulled out the small remote from my pocket to open the door to the garage where my Range Rover was parked. Jennie swung her gaze over and watched as the door opened.
"That's certainly impressive," she said.
"Does that mean we can take mine? I'm not crazy about sharing a seat with Jisoo. The girl likes to touch things without permission," I said. She'd never touched me, but I had heard about her.
"Yes, she does. She's a bit of a flirt, isn't she?" Jennie said, grinning.
" 'Flirt' is a kind word for her," I replied.
"OK. Sure. We can take the badass Lisa Manoban's killer wheels, if she insists," Jennie said with a shrug.
Score. Now I needed to get her into the passenger seat before she tried to climb into the back. I headed toward the Range Rover, nodding for her to follow.
I opened the door for her, and she stopped and looked up at me. "Do you open all your friends' car doors?"
I never opened doors for girls. It made them expect more. But with Jennie, I wanted to. I wanted her to feel cherished. Damn, this was dangerous. "No," I told her honestly, and moved away to get in on my side. I shouldn't flirt. I shouldn't treat her like there could be more.
I climbed in. I wasn't sure what to say to her now.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude," she said, breaking the silence.
I was making this weird for her. I had to work on that if this was going to work. "No. You're right. I just don't have any female friends, so I'm not good at balancing what I should do and what I shouldn't."
"So you open doors for your dates? That's a very chivalrous thing to do. Your mother raised you right." She almost sounded jealous. But . . . no. That made no sense.
"Actually, no, I don't. I . . . you just seem like the kind of girl who deserves to have her door opened. It just made sense in my head at the moment. But I get what you're saying. If we're going to be friends, I need to draw a line and stay behind it."
A small smile touched her lips. "Thank you for opening it for me. It was sweet."
I just shrugged. I wasn't sure I could say more without sounding like an idiot.
"We need to pick Jisoo up at the country club. She'll be at the office back behind the clubhouse at the golf course. She had to work today. She's showering and dressing there," Jennie explained.
I pulled out of the driveway and turned toward the club. Jennie and Jisoo seemed like two completely different people. The idea of them being friends didn't fit. "How did you and Jisoo become friends?"
"We worked together one day. I think we were both in need of a friend. She's fun and free-spirited. Everything I'm not."
I couldn't help but laugh. "You say that like it's a bad thing. You don't want to be like Jisoo. Trust me."
She didn't argue with me. At least she knew that Jisoo was not someone to imitate. When she didn't say anything else, I focused on getting us to the club and not staring at her legs, which she'd just crossed, making her skirt even shorter. Jennie had great legs. The little bit of sun she'd gotten on the beach made her skin glow.
The idea of those legs wrapped around me made me tremble. I kept my eyes on the road, and when she shifted, I didn't look down. She was moving her legs. Damn.
When I parked in front of the office, she opened the door immediately and jumped down. Shit. Was she moving to let Jisoo into the passenger seat? I didn't want Jisoo next to me.
Jennie had started for the door when it opened, and out stepped Jisoo, dressed like she charged for sex. Red leather shorts? Really?
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When the Range Rover came to a stop outside the offices I opened my door and stepped out. Jisoo wouldn't be looking for this ride. She'd be looking for my truck.
The office door swung open and she sauntered out in a pair of tiny red leather shorts, a cut off white halter-top, and white leather boots up to her knees.
"What the hell are you doing in one of Lisa's rides?" she asked, all smiles.
"She's going with us. Lisa wants to check out a honky-tonk too. So…" I trailed off and looked back at the Range Rover.
"This is seriously going to cramp your chances at picking up a man. Just saying," Jisoo said as she walked down the steps and did a quick look at my outfit. "Or not. You look hot. I mean, I knew you were gorgeous but you look really hot in that outfit. I want me some real cowgirl boots. Where'd you get those?"
Her compliment was nice. I hadn't had girlfriends in so long. When Yeri had been killed the girls we'd been close to kind of faded out of my life. It was as if they couldn't be around me without remembering. Kai had become my only friend.
"Thank you, and as for the boots, I got them for Christmas two years ago from my mom. They were hers. I had loved them since she bought them and after she got, after… she got sick… she gave them to me."
Jisoo frowned, "Your mom got sick?"
I wasn't in the mood to put a damper on things tonight. I nodded and forced a bright smile. "Yeah. But that's another story. Come on let's go find us some cowboys."
Jisoo returned my smile and opened the back door on my side of the Range Rover. "I'll let you ride up front because I have a sneaky feeling that is where the driver wants you."
I didn't have time to respond before Jisoo had hopped up in the Range Rover and closed the door behind her. I climbed back inside and smiled over at Lisa who was watching me. "Time to go get our country on," I told her.
