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“Don’t you have some practicing to do?” Kace asked, noticing the letter as well and helping me out because right now, I was seconds away from grabbing Goldie and dragging her upstairs.
“Shock alert, Kace doesn’t want to have any fun,” Goldie said sarcastically as she waved her hands in the air.
Looking over at Kace, I saw the irritation start to bubble. The man had a short fuse. The tension between Kace and Goldie would get bad if I didn’t intervene, so I grabbed Goldie’s hand, pulled her in for a sweaty hug and gave her a kiss on the head.
“Get out of here, little one, before he explodes,” I whispered into her ear, making her chuckle.
Before parting, she looked up at me and said, “God, you’re so fucking hot.” She kissed me and then took off. I watched her little body walk away from me and was apparently caught up in her man-eating swagger, because Kace smacked the side of my head to get my attention.
“Fuck,” I said as I held my head and turned to him. “What the hell?”
“Focus, dickweed, what’s in the letter?”
Oh right. Opening up the letter, I shut the door to the workout room, took a deep breath, and read it out loud.
Jett,
It was an honor to see you the other night. It’s always a prideful moment for a father to see their son succeed in life and find someone who can make them a better man.
You can deny it all you want but I know how that girl makes you feel, there is no question about it, she means everything to you, despite what you tried to portray. It’s all in your eyes, son.
So, you have two choices, you can either back away from Lot 17 and let me have it, or I can take Goldie for myself. It’s only a matter of time until I take her away from you, it just depends on when it is.
Your choice, son, and I hope you choose wisely, because I would hate to see that pretty little girl in the hands of my associates, or better yet, in the hands of Rex Titan.
Your Father
“Motherfucker,” Kace mumbled.
“Fuck . . .”
Grabbing us both a water, Kace asked, “What are you going to do?”
“The only thing I can do. She needs to leave.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“I Will Be”
LO
“Are you kidding me? This does not fit me, Tootse. There is no way Jett will let me wear this outside of this dressing room.” I stood backstage while Tootse did a fitting for an outfit that I was supposed to wear in two nights.
It’d been a week since the “incident.” It almost seemed like every couple of days there was an incident between Jett and me but since the big one, there hadn’t been any. He’d been more withdrawn and he’d been doing a lot of talking on his phone, but in a secretive way. I didn’t like it. I felt like he was planning something and was waiting to break the news to me.
“Yeah, this fabric isn’t as stretchy as I thought it was going to be,” Tootse mumbled, with pins sticking out of her mouth. “I think I have to scrap the whole thing.”
“Do you have time for that?” I asked, trying to make sure my nipples weren’t showing.
We had a still-life presentation coming up in two nights, and we were supposed to resemble trees. We were going to get our bodies painted, and Tootse was making dresses that had ivy hanging from them, but the fabric underneath wasn’t cooperating with my curves at the moment, and it was making Tootse’s life difficult.
“I don’t, but I can make it work . . . somehow,” she said while studying the dress.
“Ohhhhh gooooood,” Babs moaned as she flopped herself on the floor, right in front of me. She was wearing standard Jett Girl gear and was holding her stomach. “I ate way too much.”
“A plate of gumbo and two pieces of pecan pie will do that to you,” Pepper said, walking in, wearing the same gear.
“You know I love pecan pie. Chef was tempting me, that evil bastard.
