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I rounded the desk and propped on the edge. “Whitley’s a good lawyer—”
“Great,” he interrupted without looking up.
“We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust him. You need to trust him too.”
She glanced back and forth between both of us warily.
“Mom, listen to Kane. You came to him for a reason.”
JoJo let out a long sigh. “I don’t like it.”
“We need to redo that retainer I gave you. Get Penelope’s name off it. You’ll have yours, she’ll have hers. Totally separate.” I hadn’t been thinking clearly when it came to JoJo, but that had to stop.
In this matter, I had to be level-headed and give my best.
She nodded, then moved to Penelope. She brushed her hair back from her forehead. “If you need me—”
“I know, Mom.”
JoJo touched Blake’s head. “Want to come with me to find your mommy?”
“Daddy!”
“Little Dude’s a lawyer-in-training,” Whitley said with amusement. “Mommy’s got cookies.”
Blake leapt out of Penelope’s lap. “Bye!”
We all laughed.
JoJo closed the door when she left.
Whitley pointed to the chair I’d vacated. “Sit down and be quiet. I’ll ask the questions.”
“Like hell you will.”
“You can’t be objective.”
Hadn’t I said that same thing to JoJo not so long ago. He was right, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.
“Then I’ll write my thoughts down,” I said sarcastically as I picked up my pen with a flourish.
“How did you meet Michael Rhodes?”
Penelope kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet up under her. Sometimes she acted so much older than her age that it was easy to forget just how young she was.
“At a protest in Portland.”
“Oregon?”
“Yes. They were trying to pass legislation to take tribal lands for a highway project. It’s ridiculous. The state could easily use land a few miles away that’s better suited.” She pressed her lips together, and I saw that fire JoJo had.
“Were you at the protest alone?”
She shook her head. “I was with my friends: Judd, Ezra, and Naomi.”
“When were you there?”
“August . . . eighteenth, I think.” She pulled her phone out of her tote and quickly scrolled through. “Yes. It was the eighteenth. I have it in my calendar.”
