A waiter heard the commotion and ran over. "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Jackson Kensington wiped the coffee from his cheek. He seemed utterly humiliated, forcing himself to suppress his anger as he waved his hand. "There's nothing for you to do here. Go away."
Naomi Kenway stood with her arms crossed, watching him without a word.
Remembering the purpose of his visit, Jackson Kensington swallowed his rage and sat down again. The brown liquid dripped from the ends of his hair. He clenched his fists, his eyes vicious. "You've really grown some wings, haven't you? How dare you pour coffee on my head?"
Naomi Kenway smiled faintly and called to the side, "Waiter, another cup of coffee, please."
"No! We don't need it!" Jackson Kensington scrambled to his feet to stop her.
He sat back down and stared intently at Naomi Kenway. "Just say it. What will it take for you to help Jeanette clear her name? We're family. We're blood. Do you really have to take things this far?"
