Zane (The Powers That Be, Book 6) by Harper Bentley

Author:Harper Bentley [Bentley, Harper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HB
Published: 2018-02-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“I’ll see you Monday,” I told Zane the next morning at the security gate at the airport.

“Bye, baby,” he said and kissed me hard.

“I’ll text you when I land!” I said then went through, waving at him one last time, thinking he looked so handsome and so detective-y standing there in his charcoal gray coat over his suit, before I walked to the boarding area.

Text Message—Sat, Dec 24, 6:34 a.m.

Zane: Miss you already, babe

Me: I miss you too : (

Zane: Wish we were Netflix’ing and chillin’ right now ;)

Me: Look at you with the lingo

Zane: That’s me, babe, cool as shit & keeping up with the times

Me: Since “the times” was two years ago, sure

Zane: Damn it

Me: lmao

Zane: Okay, have fun and don’t let your parents cut your trip short

Me: lol I’ll try to be good *eyeroll*

Zane: I know you can do it ; ) See you Monday

Me: <3

~*~*~*~*~

After landing at three forty-five east coast time, I texted Zane then Izzy to let them know I’d made it then took a cab to my parents’ penthouse feeling a wave of nostalgia come over me as it always did at the sight of New York City. I did love growing up here and I did miss it.

“Jillian! So nice to see you again,” Mom said when the maid who’d answered the door announced me. Then giving me those annoying fake cheek kisses, Mom held me by the wrists pulling my arms out to the side as she looked me over.

“Hey, Mom. You too,” I said as the maid took my coat and bag.

As we walked into what Mom called the sitting room which was really just a formal living room, she said, “Have you put on weight?”

Good God.

“Nope. I’m still at one-twenty-five as always,” I declared, clenching my teeth to keep from saying something rude.

“Jillian,” Dad said, getting up from where he sat in front of the fireplace. He actually hugged me then pulled back and asked, “Why’s your hair gray?”

“It’s silver, Dad. It’s very much the style.”

He laughed. “Then your mother should stop dying hers so she’d be in style too.”

“Anthony,” Mom hissed. “Be nice.”

“Now, Lillian, I’m just teasing,” he stated and went back to his chair to continue reading the Wall Street Journal.

I put my tote purse down next to a wingback chair and took a seat asking, “When’s Laurel going to be here?”

Mom glanced disapprovingly at my purse even though it was a designer bag and said, “She and Robert will be here at any time. We’ll be dining at the Club this evening.”

Oh, goody. The Club’s initiation fee had been fifty thousand for my parents to join with an annual fee of seventeen grand, which Mom made sure to let everyone know. I just couldn’t wait to hobnob with all the snobs.

“Did you bring a dress?” Mom asked.

“I still have some in my closet I can wear,” I mentioned.

“Oh, God, no,” she replied as if I’d told her I’d be going in a gunnysack. She went to the phone and dialed.

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