She’d been a bit too stressed to have anything scheduled. Or rather paranoid. Jillian didn’t want anyone touching her, didn’t want any threat to her person or rather… to the bit her person was currently carrying. In the States, that had began to become a concern as familiar faces began creeping around..
“I don’t need funds or care, just a place to reside and I’m quite sure that Richard would be happy to provide it. He rather liked children, if I remember right, he might be a bit more excited than you at the prospect of being an uncle.” But on the rare chance that a tidbit of information about her reached certain ears, she found she’d probably be much safer in Jim’s residence. Safety, security, that was what mattered. So long as her brother didn’t get the idea of killing her, but so far she’d lived so she didn’t see that as much of a worry.
Her tongue traced the straight line of her teeth, lips pursed. “If I had been acting domestic, then this wouldn’t be much a problem, would it, Jimmy? As for the father, I doubt you’d know the first name, but you may know the family. Based in Nevada, deal in trafficking mostly. Slaight. Harold Slaight. I thought it would be rather easy, but… well to put it simply, I thought he was a bit old to have children.” She finally took a sip of the tea, looking rather annoyed. “Of course that raises a few problems. I got what I wanted before I left, but I think I might have held out a bit too long.”
The fact that she had to announce it aloud that he was to become an uncle made his stomach flip over. Once, twice, probably three times. At least she knew that’s how he felt - he’d rather have his sister KNOWING he wasn’t happy with this situation rather than her with EMPTY hope that he’d someone turn around and love the idea of a kid in the family. Dark eyes loomed over the woman’s stomach, wondering how the baby was developing - whether it’d be a dramatic little girl or an annoying little boy.
His attention returned to her. “Not sure. Sometimes domestic arrangements have problems when children come into the picture...” James’s brows rose dramatically, as if he was thinking super hard about the family name. A finger came up to his chin and tapped. Tap, tap, tap. “...Hmmh, doesn’t quite ring a bell. Must not be IMPORTANT like they appear.” A lie. He knew the name and did some deals with them for other clients. They weren’t quite on his radar at all times, but he did do transactions with them at least twice a quarter for a local bar owner and illegal art smuggler.
“I’d agree, you have too many wrinkles and sags to have a kid.” James made a dramatic cringe before a smirk rose up on his lips. He loved insulting her, annoying her. Her situation was already annoying her, so he may as well add some wood to the fire. The consultant took out his mobile, feeling a vibration, to answer a text. “You were there too long. Should’ve left after you got what you were after. You know better, even for a little crockadillapig.”
“...You can stay, so long as you don’t vomit on anything too important and stay out of my stuff.”
