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Authors: Kimmie Easley
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th for pretrial. Congratulations, son. You’ve got yourself one heck of a babysitter.”
Jolene fell back into her seat. Her face was pale and dull underneath what I thought was way too much makeup. She started shuffling papers into her leather satchel and I noticed the way her hands trembled.
“Holy shit, that was fucking awesome! How’d you do that?”
She froze for a second. “I wish I knew.”
“Are you ok? You don’t look so good.”
I watched as she pulled in air through her nose, letting it out slowly through her mouth. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
She sighed before turning to look at me. “I’m sorry. I really thought it would work. I mean, I guess it kind of did, but I thought I’d be able to get you out of here in the meantime.”
“What are you talking about? The judge set bail. I’m going home.”
Her full eyes rounded. “Yeah, a million dollars. Ronin, that means you have to slap down a hundred thousand dollars. There’s no way.”
I grinned. “Darlin, you just handle the paperwork. I’m getting out of this fucking pumpkin suit.”
CHAPTER NINE
(Jolene)
Watching Ronin struggle to fold his massive frame into my car would have been comical had I not been wondering where the hell he got a hundred grand.
“Seriously, why are expensive cars so damn small?” He flipped down the visor and ran his hands over his face, smoothing down his beard. “I need a shower. That place is a real shit hole.”
“Are you really going to ignore the elephant in the room, or car?” I gawked at him as if he had just robbed a bank. Hell, for all I knew, he had.
He shrugged his heavy shoulders. “What?”
My head felt like it was about to explode. “What do you mean what? Where did you get your hands on that kind of money?”
Ronin leaned his head to one side and smirked. “As my attorney, are you sure you want to know?”
I flung my head backwards, pressing it into the headrest. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Come on, none of this should surprise you. Can you just take me home so I can get a shower? I’m ready to get to the bottom of this bullshit. I need to talk to Jesse and see what he knows.”
I drove, clutching the wheel, trying to ignore the way his presence made my body ache.
Stay professional .
“First things first. You can’t live at the clubhouse during the trial. It wouldn’t be good for them, but it would be even worse for you. Anywhere you can stay?”
His face downturned. “Yeah, been thinking about that myself. Some of my shit is at one of the apartments that the club keeps on the side. I guess that could work.”
I weighed out the pros and cons. Yes, it was still associated with the club, but that’s not such a bad thing, as long as he could prove legitimate income. “Ok, but you’ll need to walk the straight and narrow. You can’t screw this up.”
“No, from what I remember, you can’t screw this up. Looks like you’ll have to come along and play babysitter.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re out of your damn mind. I’m just fine at the Jericho Inn.”
His head snapped. “You are not staying in that rat infested crack den are you? That place is a hundred times worse than lock-up.”
“Oh come on. It’s not that bad.”
“Like hell! You’re not staying there. Let’s stop and get your shit first. If you don’t want to stay with me, you can go stay with Jesse and Ruth.”
I quickly shook my head. “Yeah, that’s not an option.”
“Fine, you can have the bedroom and I’ll take the couch.”
The thought of having to shack up with Ronin gave me instant butterflies. I had been in town for less than forty-eight hours and had been assaulted, witnessed an arrest, survived a night at the Stephen King motel, and even won an almost unheard of battle in court. And now, Ronin was insisting that I move in with him.
Something must really be screwed up in that gorgeous head of his.
“You’re serious?” My eyes widened. I knew Ronin and his impenetrable
Jolene fell back into her seat. Her face was pale and dull underneath what I thought was way too much makeup. She started shuffling papers into her leather satchel and I noticed the way her hands trembled.
“Holy shit, that was fucking awesome! How’d you do that?”
She froze for a second. “I wish I knew.”
“Are you ok? You don’t look so good.”
I watched as she pulled in air through her nose, letting it out slowly through her mouth. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
She sighed before turning to look at me. “I’m sorry. I really thought it would work. I mean, I guess it kind of did, but I thought I’d be able to get you out of here in the meantime.”
“What are you talking about? The judge set bail. I’m going home.”
Her full eyes rounded. “Yeah, a million dollars. Ronin, that means you have to slap down a hundred thousand dollars. There’s no way.”
I grinned. “Darlin, you just handle the paperwork. I’m getting out of this fucking pumpkin suit.”
CHAPTER NINE
(Jolene)
Watching Ronin struggle to fold his massive frame into my car would have been comical had I not been wondering where the hell he got a hundred grand.
“Seriously, why are expensive cars so damn small?” He flipped down the visor and ran his hands over his face, smoothing down his beard. “I need a shower. That place is a real shit hole.”
“Are you really going to ignore the elephant in the room, or car?” I gawked at him as if he had just robbed a bank. Hell, for all I knew, he had.
He shrugged his heavy shoulders. “What?”
My head felt like it was about to explode. “What do you mean what? Where did you get your hands on that kind of money?”
Ronin leaned his head to one side and smirked. “As my attorney, are you sure you want to know?”
I flung my head backwards, pressing it into the headrest. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Come on, none of this should surprise you. Can you just take me home so I can get a shower? I’m ready to get to the bottom of this bullshit. I need to talk to Jesse and see what he knows.”
I drove, clutching the wheel, trying to ignore the way his presence made my body ache.
Stay professional .
“First things first. You can’t live at the clubhouse during the trial. It wouldn’t be good for them, but it would be even worse for you. Anywhere you can stay?”
His face downturned. “Yeah, been thinking about that myself. Some of my shit is at one of the apartments that the club keeps on the side. I guess that could work.”
I weighed out the pros and cons. Yes, it was still associated with the club, but that’s not such a bad thing, as long as he could prove legitimate income. “Ok, but you’ll need to walk the straight and narrow. You can’t screw this up.”
“No, from what I remember, you can’t screw this up. Looks like you’ll have to come along and play babysitter.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re out of your damn mind. I’m just fine at the Jericho Inn.”
His head snapped. “You are not staying in that rat infested crack den are you? That place is a hundred times worse than lock-up.”
“Oh come on. It’s not that bad.”
“Like hell! You’re not staying there. Let’s stop and get your shit first. If you don’t want to stay with me, you can go stay with Jesse and Ruth.”
I quickly shook my head. “Yeah, that’s not an option.”
“Fine, you can have the bedroom and I’ll take the couch.”
The thought of having to shack up with Ronin gave me instant butterflies. I had been in town for less than forty-eight hours and had been assaulted, witnessed an arrest, survived a night at the Stephen King motel, and even won an almost unheard of battle in court. And now, Ronin was insisting that I move in with him.
Something must really be screwed up in that gorgeous head of his.
“You’re serious?” My eyes widened. I knew Ronin and his impenetrable
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