Page 206 of Positively Pricked
"For starters, he kicks Bob out of Teddy's suite –"
"Wait.Teddy'ssuite?"
"Yeah. Technically, Zane owns it, but it's always been Teddy's place." She glanced around. "Kind of like the house."
"Wait a minute.Thishouse? The one we're standing in?"
"Right." She waved the subject away. "But anyway, Zane catches Bob in the middle of his pitch and gets all pissy about it."
"Pissy?"
"Mad. Whatever. And get this. Afterward, he tracks Bob down and tells him that if he ever bothers his precious P.R. gal again, he'll live to regret it him." Kayla made a scoffing sound. "Likeshe'sso special."
Against all logic, I wanted to smile. Oh sure, the story was terrible, but it still made me feel embarrassingly warm all over.
Kayla was still talking. "Although,here'ssomething funny. This P.R. chick? She's so stupid, she doesn't even realize that it's all an act."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah." Kayla gave a little laugh. "Get this. She pulls out like two-hundred bucks and hands it over, like she's saving Bob's life or something." Kayla rolled her eyes. "God, what an idiot."
My jaw clenched. "Yeah. No kidding."
And I meant it too. Zane had told me. But had I listened?
No. I hadn't.
But I should've. After all, he knew these people a whole lot better than I did.
Damn it.
Did I owe him an apology?
Probably.
In front of me, Kayla was still laughing. "Two hundred bucks? In Manhattan? I mean, that won't even get you a decent dinner."
I had no idea what to say to that, mostly because everything Iwantedto say was loaded with profanity.
Kayla gave another quick glance around. "You know what? Forget the paintings."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Really?"
She nodded. "Yeah, they're a lot of trouble. I think I'll just grab the silverware."
I gave her a look. "You can't have the silverware."
"Why not?"
"Because, as I keep telling you, I'd need to check with Zane first."
"Screwhim," she said. "He can shove a fork up his ass for all I care." And with that, she made a move to go around me.
I sidestepped to block her path.
She moved to the other side.
I moved again.
