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Chapter Twenty Six: Getting Grilled

A few hours later,

She told her mother she was going to get a touch up on her highlights and headed to the salon.

"How's that cute blonde biker?" My stylist Amy asked with a smile.

"My brother or Kozik?"

"Kozik." She said swatting her arm playfully. "Your brother is a little young for me."

"Hasn't stopped any other cougar in town." She laughed. "I didn't know you had your eye on Kozik."

She blushed slightly. Jenna was shocked, she had never seen Amy flustered. Amy was always hanging around the club, she was in fact a croweater. She had even hooked up with Bobby and Tig.

"Put in a good word for me?" Amy asked hopeful.

"Sure, does that mean I'm getting a discount on my highlights?"

"Not a chance." Amy said. "Single woman has bills to pay."

They shared a laugh.

"How are you and Opie?" She asked applying the last foil to her hair. "When are you going to start popping out little Opie Winstons?"

"I think you're probably the 100th person to ask me that." She said with a sigh. "I'll say it like I'd told everyone else…whenever the time is right."

"Honey, the timing is never right." Amy said. "For anyone…I have two teenage sons by two pricks."

Jenna giggled.

She finished her hair about an hour later and tipped her $50.

"Wow, thanks Jenna."

"Get those teenage boys some groceries. I know they're probably eating you out of house and home."

She walked out of the salon and made a run to Modesto to the bank.

Hours later, she was pulling back into the lot $300,000 richer. She had put the money in a safety deposit box at the bank so no one could find out about the money and question it. She walked into the office and sat down at her desk next to her mother's.

"Amy overbooked?"

"Yeah." She said turning her computer back on. "Sorry."

"No problem, sweetheart." Her mother said looking at her suspiciously.

She got up and went over to her daughter's desk and opened the top drawer and grabbed the small bag of weed Juice had given her. She opened the Ziploc bag and smelled it.

"From the Puerto Rican?" She asked as she rolled them a joint.

"Yes, and I'm going to stop you right there." Jenna said with her hand raised. "He has a stake in the weed shop off Crestview…told me to give it a try. I'm friends with him like you're friends with Tig."

"Well then let's give it a try."

She followed her mom out the door. Her mom lit the joint and handed it to her.

"I went by and cleaned you and Ope's place while you were gone." She told me. "Seen an empty pack of birth control in the garbage."

"Oh, course you did." Jenna said rolling her eyes. "Anything else you ran across while you were at my house?"

"No." Gemma said taking the joint from her daughter. "Don't think you'll need this anymore if you're trying to have a baby."

"When and if I get pregnant…I'm sure you'll be one of the first people to know."

"Of course, I will. I'm your mother." She said putting the joint out on the ground.

"You should've picked a different career path…I don't know like a detective or private investigator…I know an FBI agent."

"And miss the joys of a smart-ass daughter? No, thank you." She said turning to head back inside. "Be sure to tell Juicy, the weed is really good."

Jenna rolled her eyes. She was sick of getting grilled about babies and about her friendship with Juice.