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“Perhaps she’s not home, sir.”
“She’s home,” I said, knocking again. “Do you have a key?”
“Not to be used without express authority.” He lifted his chin.
“I’m giving it to you.”
“You don’t have the right.”
I’d hand it to the guy. He was quick on his feet.
“I’m family.” The word sounded odd coming out of my mouth. Technically, it was true and had been for a long time. But it felt weird. She was like that relative who never came around.
And soon enough, we wouldn’t be related any longer.Not soon enough for me.
I pounded on the door with my fist. “Barn. Open this door. If you answered your damn phone—oh that’s right. You don’t have one.”
The door flew open.
JoJo wore a very un-barnlike nightgown. It was silk and long sleeved, yet only touched just above her knees. And it showed off the figure she loved to hide so much.
“Miss Cunningham, I’m so very sorry to disturb you—”
“It’s all right. I’m expecting him.” She flashed me a look of disdain.
I held up both hands. “I can go. I have plenty to do.”
She grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. I looked at the doorman triumphantly before slamming the door in his face.
“That was rude.” She quickly dropped her hand.
“It was insulting he escorted me up here.” I moved past her to the living room. I sniffed twice. “Has Alma been here?”
Red crept up her neck. I’d recognize that nauseating perfume anywhere. I didn’t need her guilty flushed cheeks to know the answer.
I slung my briefcase in a chair, but didn’t let go of the handle. “What game are you playing, JoJo? You disappear for years, then show up out of nowheredesperatefor my help at the same time your sister is putting me through the divorce of the century.”
I was smarter than this. I’d let nostalgia or something like that cloud my judgment. JoJo had some weird power over me. I couldn’t resist saving her when she was in trouble.
But she’d made it clear from the beginning she hated me.
I gripped the briefcase handle harder. I’d been had.
“I’m billing you for my time coming over here.” I yanked the case out of the chair. “And for bailing you out of jail. And for dinner.”
I brushed past her. What a fool I was. I had better things to do. How did she have the ability to make me so angry? Because I was pissed.
She’d used me—or she was going to. All to help my sorry soon-to-be ex-wife bleed me dry.
“Kane,” she called as she chased me to the foyer. “She showed up unexpectedly. You know her. She does what she wants when she wants.”
I kept walking, my strides long and purposeful.Get out of here.
Even the apartment I hated was more appealing than staying here a second longer.
She grabbed my jacket. Undeterred, I pushed down the doorknob.
“Kane. Please. Wait.”
