you.”
Jane moaned theatrically. “ Fine. I guess a little peck wouldn’t kill me, but if you suddenly find yourself overcome by my dimples and amazing eyes and take things further just know that Layla gave me a cute little metal baton that can do a lot of damage.”
Rob held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just trying to help you out. Speaking of your sisters, are you going to tell them about our little partnership?”
Jane licked her lips and shrugged. “Yeah, probably. They’d never buy us together otherwise. They know how much I despise you.”
Rob stood up and straightened his tie. “Despis ed . Past tense. Just remember, we’re together now. So what are we doing tonight darling? It’s Saturday night and a good looking guy like me and a pretty girl like you should be out doing something fun. Being seen. Painting the town red.”
Jane stood up and pursed her lips. “I don’t know, but I’ve got a gorgeous yellow dress I can wear. Surprise me,” she said.
Rob grinned down at her and nodded. “Will do,” he said and then pulled her in for a surprisingly warm and friendly hug.
Jane laughed and pushed out of his arms. “Oh Rob, can you believe we’ve come to this?”
Rob nodded, his eyes turning sad for a moment. “It’s temporary. See you tonight at seven.”
Chapter 9 – The Dress
Jane walked through the doors of the bakery and came to a dead stop. Layla was standing by the counter talking to Kit, looking upset and mad. She looked like she was in full sister mode. Wonderful.
“Hey you two,” she said breezily and hurried toward the hallway.
“Stop right there,” Layla said pointing her finger to the space right beside her. “Let’s talk.”
Jane grimaced feeling just like a teenager in trouble. She walked slowly over to her sisters and slipped her apron off, folding it up and putting it on the glass case.
“What’s up?”
Kit held up her hands as if she’d just lost all patience and Layla’s eyes turned bright blue. A huge warning sign anyone with basic intelligence heeded.
“Look, I know you’re upset about finding out about me wanting a restraining order. But in my defense Layla, you were on your honeymoon and that’s not what you want to hear about as soon as you walk through the door. Kit, same thing. You’re busy getting ready for your wedding. Why worry you if I can handle it myself?”
Kit spluttered and Layla held up her hand for silence. “Is this you handling it? I called Tate as soon as Kit told me and he said you were supposed to come in last Monday to fill out the forms and you never bothered. He said he talked to a guy named Fee Kee who said if he hadn’t shown up and crushed Alex’s wrist it looked like he was going to drag you off with him. This is serious Jane,” she said, her cheeks turning bright red.
Jane reached up and pulled out her pony tail holder and massaged her tender scalp before answering. “His name is Feke and you’re right. I should have gone in Monday . I’m sorry . I’ve just been a little busy lately.”
Kit’s green eyes snapped angrily. “Do you seriously not get it Jane? The guy is delusional about you. Obsessed. Who even knows what he did to his wife, but I don’t want it happening to you next.”
Layla tilted her head and studied her. “Kit says you’ve been locked in your room all week moping and that whenever she tries to talk to
Jane moaned theatrically. “ Fine. I guess a little peck wouldn’t kill me, but if you suddenly find yourself overcome by my dimples and amazing eyes and take things further just know that Layla gave me a cute little metal baton that can do a lot of damage.”
Rob held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just trying to help you out. Speaking of your sisters, are you going to tell them about our little partnership?”
Jane licked her lips and shrugged. “Yeah, probably. They’d never buy us together otherwise. They know how much I despise you.”
Rob stood up and straightened his tie. “Despis ed . Past tense. Just remember, we’re together now. So what are we doing tonight darling? It’s Saturday night and a good looking guy like me and a pretty girl like you should be out doing something fun. Being seen. Painting the town red.”
Jane stood up and pursed her lips. “I don’t know, but I’ve got a gorgeous yellow dress I can wear. Surprise me,” she said.
Rob grinned down at her and nodded. “Will do,” he said and then pulled her in for a surprisingly warm and friendly hug.
Jane laughed and pushed out of his arms. “Oh Rob, can you believe we’ve come to this?”
Rob nodded, his eyes turning sad for a moment. “It’s temporary. See you tonight at seven.”
Chapter 9 – The Dress
Jane walked through the doors of the bakery and came to a dead stop. Layla was standing by the counter talking to Kit, looking upset and mad. She looked like she was in full sister mode. Wonderful.
“Hey you two,” she said breezily and hurried toward the hallway.
“Stop right there,” Layla said pointing her finger to the space right beside her. “Let’s talk.”
Jane grimaced feeling just like a teenager in trouble. She walked slowly over to her sisters and slipped her apron off, folding it up and putting it on the glass case.
“What’s up?”
Kit held up her hands as if she’d just lost all patience and Layla’s eyes turned bright blue. A huge warning sign anyone with basic intelligence heeded.
“Look, I know you’re upset about finding out about me wanting a restraining order. But in my defense Layla, you were on your honeymoon and that’s not what you want to hear about as soon as you walk through the door. Kit, same thing. You’re busy getting ready for your wedding. Why worry you if I can handle it myself?”
Kit spluttered and Layla held up her hand for silence. “Is this you handling it? I called Tate as soon as Kit told me and he said you were supposed to come in last Monday to fill out the forms and you never bothered. He said he talked to a guy named Fee Kee who said if he hadn’t shown up and crushed Alex’s wrist it looked like he was going to drag you off with him. This is serious Jane,” she said, her cheeks turning bright red.
Jane reached up and pulled out her pony tail holder and massaged her tender scalp before answering. “His name is Feke and you’re right. I should have gone in Monday . I’m sorry . I’ve just been a little busy lately.”
Kit’s green eyes snapped angrily. “Do you seriously not get it Jane? The guy is delusional about you. Obsessed. Who even knows what he did to his wife, but I don’t want it happening to you next.”
Layla tilted her head and studied her. “Kit says you’ve been locked in your room all week moping and that whenever she tries to talk to
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