"My nuts," he repeated. "A girl like that? She'd probably bite 'em off."
"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "Your nuts are totally safe. I doubt she even thought of them."
"That's whatyouthink," he said. "So where’s my brother?"
I hesitated. "I think he's in a meeting."
Jaden's gaze narrowed. "You think? Or you know?"
I was spared the need to reply when someone barged in through the front door without so much as a knock. It was Darla, the flapper from last night.
Today, she was dressed in tan shorts and a crisp white cotton blouse. She looked to Jaden and demanded, "Where's your brother?"
"Which one?" he said. "I've got a bunch."
For some reason, that surprised me.So there were more than the two?
Good Lord.
"Cut the crap," Darla told him. "You know who I mean. Jax. Where the hell is he?"
Jaden grinned. "Why? What'd he do now?"
"He fired Morgan, that's what."
Jaden's smile vanished. "When?"
"Today. On the phone."
"But he can't do that," Jaden said.
"Well, he did," Darla said. "She's been crying on my couch for the last hour."
Jaden muttered, "Shit."
Darla frowned. "No kidding."
And then, in unison, both of them turned their gazes on me. Darla said, "Who the hell are you?"
I stood and summoned up a smile. "I'm Cassidy. It's, uh, nice to meet you."
She didn't smile back. "You were at the party. Burgundy dress. Am I right?"
"Um, probably."
"What, you don't know?"
"Yeah. Of course, I know. I just mean, there was more than one person in a burgundy dress."
She gave me a dubious look. "If you say so. And why didn't you dress up?"
"Last night? Iwasdressed up."
"You weren't in a costume," she accused.
"Yeah, well…" I hesitated. "Lots of people didn't wear costumes – most of them, in fact."
Her frown deepened. "I know. Shitbags. It was like they didn't get the memo."
