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“Well, who the hell is she?” Janine had hopped out of bed and was sitting naked at the vanity, angrily combing out her long hair.
Jake sat up against the headboard and lit a cigar smiling. Janine had noticed him spending time with Netty Bingham these past weeks.
“Ahh, jealous.” It was a statement.
He couldn’t blame her, Miss Bingham was a delicate spring flower compared to the dusty withered cactus blooms here in this town. Janine glared at him in the mirror. He admired her rump on the brown velvet seat and enjoyed the cigar.
“I just don’t see why you have to spend so much time with her,” Janine pouted professionally.
It would have worked on most men she attended, but not on Jacob.
“I told you. She's my business partner, nothing more.”
He closed his eyes letting the fragrant smo
