Jaden said, "How so?"
I glared up at him. "You talk like he picked me up at some bar or something." I turned to Darla and said, "When the truth is, he gave me a ride, that's all."
Darla snorted, "Yeah, I bet."
I felt my eyes narrow to slits. "I know what you're implying, and I don't appreciate it."
"Yeah, wellIdon't appreciateyougetting my daughter fired."
Her daughter?
Oh, crap.
Chapter 36
My gaze darted between Jaden and Darla. I almost didn't know what to say.HadI gotten Morgan – her daughter – fired?
Yes. And no.
I mean, it was pretty obvious that she'd lost her job because of her awful behavior. And yes, much of this behavior had been directed at me, but I hadn't forced her to be awful, and I certainly hadn't forced her to barge into Jax's bedroom this morning.
I lifted my chin. "If she was fired, it was her own fault."
Darla was glaring now. "Ifshe was fired?" Her voice rose. "Shewasfired. You know it. I know it. And Morgan knows it. Andhowdo I know this? Because she's crying on my damn couch."
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and we all turned to look. In the open doorway stood not only Jax, but Allie too. Allie looked to Darla and said, "Yeah? Well maybe your daughter's a horrible person. You ever think of that?"
Oh, boy.
Just shoot me now.
As I watched, Darla's face grew flushed with anger. "What?"
But Allie wasn't backing down. "Yeah, I said it. Because it's true. Do you know, when I called last night, she told me that my friend was whoring herself out for drinks and gas money."
My jaw almost hit the floor. Now, it wasmyturn to say, "What?"
"Yeah," Allie said, turning her gaze on me. "And just so you know, the word 'whoring' was hers, not mine."
God, how I hated that word.My gaze slid to Jax. He stood in the doorway like a quiet menace, looking like he wanted to hit something or more likely,someone. Who, I wasn't sure.
When I looked back to Allie, she said, "Last night, I called you right back—"
"But wait," I said. "How could you? I didn't have my phone."
"I know," she gritted out. "That's why I called the number you left that message from."
I blinked. "Oh." Finally, the pieces fell into place. Last night, I'd borrowed Morgan's phone to leave that frantic message for Allie. Apparently, Allie had called back, only to get Morgan instead of me.
Bracing myself, I asked, "What else did she say?"
Allie hesitated. "Nothing."
"No," I said. "Tell me."
She sighed. "Alright, fine." She looked away and muttered, "She said the two brothers would be sharing you."
I gulped. "And you believed her?"
