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downtown in Michigan. See if he can get a hold of the officers that work with Jonathan to set up the weekend trips for the kids. I need testimonials from officers, parents, kids, anybody that can vouch for his character.”
    “I'll make the calls from the cafeteria.” Julia gestured a hand indicating the no cell phone sign on the wall beside the door. “If I can get the officer to record a conversation with the kid and what Jonathan does for them, his lawyer can show the judge. The more we can present now the less we'll need to have for the trial.” Julia twisted the watch on her arm distractedly.
    Kenya watched Julia become rattled and that was out of character for her. “Why are you nervous?”
    Flashing bright teeth Julia waggled her brows. “Because, Irish Poppie just text me to wait for him here.”
    “Jamie?” she suggested. Julia grinned. “For such a conservative woman, you’re slipping under this one fast with your panties around your ankles.”
    Julia's look cursed Kenya in three languages with flashy hand gestures, but Kenya felt the love. “I’m not gonna pull him into a room and mount him. Give me some credit girl, if he was stank, you wouldn't have been chit chatting with him in Seamus's hospital room. I'm just gonna have lunch with him...for now.”
    Julia knew her better than she knew anyone. “He threatened to beat me with a stick once; I’d say that makes him right up your alley.”
    Julia propped a hand to her hips shaking her head. “I tried being a submissive one time, just once girl, and about killed the guy when he clipped a chain to the collar.” Julia frowned and said, “I’m done with trying new stuff. If he can’t make it hum with the equipment on hand, there’s nothing he can do for me. I can buy my own props.”
    Touching her stomach, Kenya said proudly, “As you can see Blakemore’s can make it hum and sing without props.” She teased and it felt good to lighten up for a minute. “But back to the calls. That would be great if you could get those done for me. I’m gonna contact David Spencer, see how legit he is and if he’s willing to help.” Kenya lifted the hospital phone onto the tray table retrieving David’s number from her office contact list on her cell. “And when did Jamie get your cell number?”
    Julia smiled seductively, eyes twinkling with lust. “Letting Jamie man handle me earlier was a test,” she said. Licking out her tongue, she waggled her brows. “Every man needs a strength test. A man that can't carry me up a flight of stairs can't do what I need once we get in the room. And those guns filling out that sweater were ripped, roped and corded...just my requirement.”
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    Kenya watched as her meticulously groomed best friend sashayed out of her room followed by Sophie and Calder going to get something to eat. Jamie's met his match for certain with Julia.
    The door clicked shut as she grabbed up her phone punching in David Spencer's number, from Global Learning. A chill did the wave down over her skin as she shifted into businesswoman mode.
    “David Spencer, Kenya Claiborne, how are you?”
    “Ms. Claiborne, a pleasure to hear from you,” his words melted through the line from the sound of her voice. Great! “I just spoke with your boss. He said you were going on a medical leave. I hope everything’s okay.”
    Are we keeping tabs Spencer? “For now...it's a family matter, you understand.” Like she cared if he didn't. “I’m certain your account will be handled with care, Mr. Spencer.”
    “I have no doubt. So can I presume this to be a social call, Ms. Claiborne? It’s always a pleasure speaking with you.” Kenya rolled her eyes. The man never quit. She might as well use it to her benefit.
    “No, I’m afraid I need your help with something important and it’s imperative it stays confidential. Can I count on your discretion--David?”
    His tone dropped two octaves to an improper tone, “Anything, Kenya.”
    She’ll need a shower