Lib Novel Page 44
She pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and looked at him. He had his eyes closed.
“What? You don’t trust him any more than I do.”
He sighed and opened his eyes. “But we both work for him.”
“Not anymore.”
“When did that happen?”
She shrugged again. “Mainly knowing the wanker got Sean mixed up in this mess got him kicked off the list of people I’ll work with. Also, I don’t think Sean will be working for him any more after this. You know he was the only reason we were taking jobs.”
He frowned.
“What?” she asked when he said nothing.
“Jaime, he’s your father.”
Anger made her voice lash out. “I told you not to use that term.”
“You’re blood related at least.”
“It doesn’t mean I have to work with him. Right now, I don’t even want to talk to him, other than to tell him to bugger off for this mess.”
When Randy didn’t pile on to her irritation, she looked at him. He had closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the sun. But she knew better. Randy was trying to avoid an argument.
“What?”
He sighed and opened his eyes again. Then he cursed and put his sunglasses on. “How do all these people deal with this much sun?”
“Not everyone wants to live in rainy Forks, Washington. And quit trying to avoid telling me what you were thinking.”
“Okay. It’s just that as long as I have known Sean, I have found it difficult to get him to do what I want him to do.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that if he didn’t want to help your fa—sorry Lassiter, then he wouldn’t have.”
“That’s what I mean. There is something else driving him—something he isn’t telling either of us about.”
“That wasn’t my point.”
“What was your point again?”
“That you can’t blame Lassiter for what Sean agreed to do.”
She frowned and looked out at the ocean again. She knew he was right, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t still be furious at Royce about it. Royce had made sure they didn’t know about it, so he had done the job without telling Randy and Jaime. It had put Sean in danger, and that was just not something she could deal with.
“He didn’t have to go to Sean.”
“Yes, that’s something I have to agree with.”
“Wait,” she said, giving him a nasty smile, “I need to record this so I can play it back to you when you belittle my opinion.”
“I don’t belittle your opinion. I disagree with you from time to time, and that is not the issue at hand. Stop trying to start a fight with me.”
“I am not trying to start a fight with you.”
But they both knew she was. It was the one defense mechanism she used with both Sean and Randy. She should have realized years ago that is why they were both so important to her on that same level. Everything about them drew her, but in different ways. Randy was a talker, a man who liked to talk himself out of a situation—or snap an adversary’s neck if that didn’t work. Sean was the thinker. The planner. The man who would have the perfect plan for any situation—with a backup plan that usually had the same result as Randy’s. And damn, they both knew just how to get her insanely hot.