Drake Sisters 05 - Safe Harbor

interested."
    Joley rolled her eyes. "I love you, Hannah, but when it comes to men, you don't know a thing."
    "And you do?"
    "I know enough to stay away from them. What in the heck is all that racket outside?"
    She was already heading for the living room, where she could peer out the large picture window.
    Sarah glanced up from the magazine she was reading. "Come away from there, you don't want to give any of them the satisfaction."
    "That horrible man, the Reverend something, is out there in front of the cameras again, Sarah," Joley hissed, her teeth clenched. "Can't Jonas have him arrested?"
    "For what? Preaching? That would look lovely on the news. He'd lose his job, the Reverend would sue and get even more publicity. Right now he's just soaking up the press and they're so bored out there they'll do anything at all for a story."
    Joley's eyebrow shot up. "You think?"
    "I know." Sarah lowered her magazine when Joley's tone got through to her. "What are you thinking, Joley? Don't do anything crazy." When Joley ignored her and continued to look out the window, Sarah put the magazine on the table beside her tea, really alarmed. "Hannah," she called, sticking her head in the kitchen. "Joley's up to something and you're going to have to stop her. She never listens to anyone else."
    Hannah dried her hands on a towel and followed Sarah. "What's wrong, hon? And come away from the window before a photographer gets a picture of you."
    Joley shrugged. "What's one more photograph? At least this time it will be for a good cause. That idiot Reverend is out there using the attack on you to preach to everyone about the consequences of sin."
    Hannah went still. "He's talking about me? Are you sure? Where's Jonas?"
    Sarah wrapped her arm around Hannah's slender waist. "There's no need to worry. He doesn't appear to be interested in coming in here to talk to any of us. He wants his moment in the sun with the television cameras and the press."

    Hannah moistened her lower lip with her tongue. "He's slime, Joley, not a real preacher. He started his own church for the purpose of conning people out of their money and sleeping with every woman in his sick little flock. He's disgusting. I know, because I touched him. I felt dirty for a week. You stay away from him, Joley."
    "Is Jonas aware of what the Reverend is like?" Sarah asked.
    "Yes, we've had a couple of conversations about him."
    "And the Reverend, is he aware of your knowledge, Hannah?" Sarah asked, suspicion in her voice.
    Hannah crossed to the window and, standing to one side, took a quick look out. The Reverend was surrounded and he was booming out his sermon, his voice thundering over the crowd extolling the merits of seeking forgiveness on one's knees and avoiding the harlots of the world.
    "He's so clichéd," she hissed. "I should just go out there and tell the world what he's really like."
    "Hannah, don't you dare. For one thing, you have no proof. He could sue you for making those kinds of allegations."
    "They're true."
    "True or not, you have to have proof."
    "So he likes women, does he?" Joley ventured and turned away before Hannah could say anything else. She raced up the stairs.
    "Hannah," Sarah persisted, before she could follow Joley. "Did you confront the Reverend? You did, didn't you?"
    "He was protesting at every single shoot I went on. If not the Reverend personally, he has four or five men who travel with him and they protested. It wasn't directed at a designer, or even furs, but at me personally. My agent was afraid we'd lose assignments if he kept causing negative publicity. So yes, I went to see him with the idea that once he met me, he'd see I wasn't the devil's daughter."
    "And?" Sarah prompted, pressing her lips together tightly.
    Hannah sighed. The lip thing was always a bad sign with Sarah. "Well, in the end I think I just proved to him I was the devil's daughter, by reading his mind and letting him know I was disgusted by him." She glanced up as Joley came running back down the stairs and went straight to the front door. "Oh, no. Sarah. Stop her."
    Joley was dressed in slim vintage blue jeans, riding low on her hips and highlighting the shape of her butt very lovingly. Her tight pink tank top hugged the full curve of her breasts and stopped short of her waist, showing an intriguing strip of her flat belly.
    A golden chain glittered just below her waist and above her jeans. The way she moved screamed sex. Her hair was wild, her full, pouting lips a dark