‘Wait.’ She put her hand out to touch him and then snatched it back just as quickly.
His jaw clenched. ‘What now?’
‘We need to sort this out.’
He picked his jacket up off the stool and shrugged into it. ‘It’s sorted. I’m in charge. You’re not. So let’s go.’
‘Look, I know you’re angry—’
‘Is that what I am?’ he mocked.
‘But,’ she continued determinedly, ‘I didn’t know I had that…stuff in my bag.’ Her voice was barely above a whisper. ‘And I’m not going with you until I know what happens next.’
Tristan glanced at the ceiling, hoping some divine force would penetrate it and put him out of his misery. He knew she had a headache. He’d known the minute he’d seen her. And now she was giving him one.
‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ he groaned.
‘No, I’m not. I mean it, Tristan; I won’t let you push me around like you did six years ago. Back then—’
‘Oh, cut the theatrics, Honey. There’s no camera to turn it on for here.’
‘Lily.’
He stared at her for a beat.
‘And I’m not—’
Tristan glared at her and cut her off. ‘You think I like this any more than you do? You think I didn’t rack my brain to come up with an alternative? I have just involved a good friend of mine to get you out of this mess and all you can do is act the injured innocent. You broke the law, not me, so stop behaving like I’m the bad guy here.’
Lily seemed to lose a little steam over that. ‘A friend?’ she whispered.
‘What? You thought I could just stroll up here myself and demand your release? I’m flattered you think I have that much power.’
Tristan glanced around the bar and saw that more passengers had entered. They were getting far more attention than he was comfortable with.
r /> ‘He won’t go to the press, will he?’ she asked.
Tristan shook his head. ‘So typical of you to be worried about yourself.’
‘I wasn’t worrying about myself,’ she snapped. ‘I was thinking about how this might impact Jordana’s wedding if it gets out.’
‘A bit late to think about that now. But, no, he won’t say anything. He has discretion and integrity—words you’d need to look up in a dictionary to learn the meaning of.’ He shook his head at the improbability of the whole situation. ‘For God’s sake, it’s not as if you couldn’t get a fix here if you were so desperate.’
She looked at him from under her cap. ‘Whatever happened to being innocent in this country until proven guilty?’
‘Being caught with drugs in your bag sort of makes that a moot point,’ he scoffed.
Lily’s chin jutted forward. ‘Aren’t lawyers supposed to be a little more objective with their clients?’
‘I’m not your lawyer.’
‘What are you, then? My white knight?’
A muscle ticked in his jaw. ‘I’m doing Jordana a favour.’
‘Ah, yes. The big brother routine,’ she mocked. ‘I seem to recall you really enjoy that. It must have made you feel valued—rescuing Jordana from my disreputable company all those years ago.’
She wrapped her arms around her torso in a defensive gesture that pinched something inside him, but he refused to soften towards her. He had no respect for people who created a demand for drugs and hurt those around them by using, and all today had done was confirm his father’s view that Lily Wild was bad news just waiting to happen.