9:45 AM - Jane and Bishop
While she had made it clear she didn’t want him staying, Bishop had done the exact opposite, angling himself towards her as if he were ready to carrying on a conversation with her. Her bark was likely just as fierce as her bite, but he would be damned if he let her chase him off. Getting the statuesque blonde to talk to him was now a challenge, one he wasn’t certain he would succeed at -- but Bishop would be damned if he didn’t try.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jane asked. She uncrossed her arms and pointed to her completely irritated and vexed expression. “This is my happy face. Can’t you tell?”
“Wasn't talking about your expression,” Bishop started. “Meant your comment ‘bout moving it along. Ain't the whole point of this thing to try and get your type and mine to talk?” He couldn't fault Jane for her prejudices, not when Bishop had just as many of his own -- especially in regards to cops.
Jane didn’t know where Coliron got off judging her attitude and thinking she wasn’t trying at this cooperation schtick. Every single day since the city had given the Hellhounds amnesty, Jane had exercised what she saw as incredible restraint in her dealings with Coldiron and his villainous brood of former thugs. Any time she saw someone wearing a snarling wolf patch on leather vest, Jane fought the urge to slap a pair of handcuffs on them. Whenever she saw a group of them tooling around the streets on their souped up bikes, Jane resisted the need to tail them and start a stake out. At every single city council meeting since they’d both been appointed, Jane had sat across from Coldiron and kept the overwhelming desire to cut his stupid ponytail off in check. Jane thought she had been pretty damn magnanimous, all things considered. If Coldiron didn’t think she was trying, he was a damn fool and blind to boot.
Oh Christ, he was making himself comfortable. Couldn’t this idiot take a hint?
“I’m not saying this stupid meeting doesn’t have merit,” Jane continued. Wasn’t it punishment enough that they would have to sit at the same table for the meal later? Why torture himself and, more importantly, her with bullshit small talk when they both knew it wouldn’t make a lick of difference in how they felt about one another? “But, let’s be real here. You and I have nothing in common and we have nothing to talk about.”
What a whopper of a lie that was. They had too much in common. They had Noa. Jane felt a painful pang of longing in her gut thinking about the beautiful woman she’d so recently kissed and even more recently discovered was super tight with the MC. They had their equal standing on the city council. As long as their terms lasted, she’d have to put up with his annoyingly constant presence for the foreseeable future. And, of course, they had Bunny. Sweet, beautiful Bunny, who had once been her confidant and now was...what exactly? Jane was more or less resigned to the fact that she had been an ugly pit stop on Bunny’s journey toward her picture perfect life and family with Coldiron. She didn’t even think MC president knew they had been friends.