Chapter 13
Jacob watched his brother coaxing that damned assistant of his out to the dance floor, where Kameron just held her and swayed. Looking down at her like he was ready to slobber at any moment. Didn’t he realize people saw him being that pathetic over a piece of ass?
Brother had no pride.
Jacob grunted at something one of his friends said to him, swigging the cheap beer, just for the hell of it. He had better shit at home. He didn’t even know why he’d come tonight, except that girl from the chain motel had asked him specifically if he was going to be there.
But she wasn’t there yet, and he didn’t like waiting around for a woman. No matter how hot she was. Fuck that. Girl would learn.
His brother was acting like that girl there had golden tits or something. Like he was going to roll over and not be a man with her. She was going to lead his brother around by the ball hairs or something. Pathetic.
Jacob waited until the dance was over and that girl was heading off the dance floor toward those three sisters of her.
He recognized them from high school. The girl his brother wanted had that blonde twin sister.
The one who’d kicked him when he’d been a senior in high school and she’d been like a freshman or something; their lockers had been close to each other.
He’d just grabbed her ass because it was right there when she’d bent over. All the guys did it back then.
She had kicked him in the nuts and slapped him. Hard.
He’d gotten damned lucky the sheriff at the time had sided with him when some stupid ass teacher had called the cops—boys would be boys, and all. But that girl had had it out for him ever since. And that girl held a real grudge. Why was his brother fucking around with her twin sister?
It had to be revenge against Jacob or something.
He slipped his hand into his pocket. The pistol was there.
What would people in this damned building with its 1970s shit panel walls do if he wiped that smirk off of Kameron’s face right now?
Everyone remembered the shooting on Main Street.
When that bitch Tyler girl nearly bought it.
It had been a big fucking deal. That one that had hit the diner with that fancy Hollywood guy, too.
Hadn’t there been a Tyler girl involved in that, too?
He'd been up the road from there, doing a pick-up, and had seen the entire thing. He’d never forget what it had looked like, how it had sounded. How he had felt after.
He stepped into his brother’s path, while those Clary girls headed toward the back of the hall and the restrooms there. “What you think you are doing with that girl?”
Kameron just stopped and looked at him. His brother was four inches taller, but Jacob was heftier. “What do you mean? That was called dancing, Jake.”
“You screwing with her just to mess with me.”
“What is your problem now?” Kameron leaned closer. “Are you drunk? Let me call Dad. He can come get you.”
Of course, pawn him off on their dad. Because Kameron was embarrassed by him. Jacob had always known the truth. “That’s your way, isn’t it? Just hide Jacob the screw up away. You are such a fucking asshole.”
Kameron actually looked like he was going to hit him or something. Jacob smirked. He almost dared his brother to do it. Ruin his perfect image with everyone watching. “I am not doing this here tonight. So just…leave me alone. I’ll call Dad to come get you. I have plans for tonight.”
Kameron tried to step away, but Jacob shifted. Blocked him. “You are such a fucking prick, think you are better than everyone else, screwing your assistant, acting like you are fucking rich now. Dad should be ashamed of you.”
Jacob jerked back when Kameron grabbed his shirt and yanked him closer. “Not one more word about Quinn, got me? I don’t care what Dad will say—I’ll rip you into shreds. Not one more word about her or I’ll rip your damned head off.”
“Problem here, boys?” a female voice said behind Kameron. “Kam, I’m sure this probably isn’t the place for family…discussions.”
“Fuck off, bitch,” Jacob told the smaller woman in the dark blue dress. He recognized her, though. That cop. Calloway Grady’s sister. Didn’t she think she was the shit, walking around with a badge all the time.
He didn’t see the badge now—just a lot of bare female skin. She was a hot bitch, and she knew it. And there were two huge assholes right behind her that he knew were Wyoming Highway Patrol. And they were watching now. Shifting closer.
Even though Jacob wanted to put Kameron back in his place where he belonged, he stepped back. The last thing he wanted was to tangle with those assholes, tonight.
He looked at the woman instead. She was staring at him from bright green eyes. He remembered her—she’d been a year or so ahead of him in school, too. “You’re nothing special now that your daddy’s rotting in a cell. Fuck off, bitch. And take Kam here with you.”
Jacob headed toward the door. That girl he’d been waiting for was there, finally. He was going to tell her—she wasn’t to keep him waiting ever again.
There were other girls out there if she didn’t like it. He didn’t give a damn.