Eve's sudden movement made Lola jump a little. The legs of the chair scraped across the wooden floor as she pushed it back, and all she could think was that there'd be scratches in the timber that would need polishing out.  A quick glance up at the blonde's face told Lola all she needed to know.  Evelyn was thinking of leaving.<br/><br/>Lola was under no illusions as to the character of her oldest friend.  She knew that Evelyn looked out for number one first, and that was fine.  Lola didn't judge her for it. And quite honestly, at the moment, she wouldn't blame the younger woman if she did leave.  King scared the willies out her, and she had a lot more experience dealing with the likes of him than Evie did.  What scared her the most, though, was that he seemed to have slithered into town and quietly started taking over, completely undetected by anyone.  And now, he had the Sheriff in his pocket as well!  Where did that leave the good folk of Silver City?<br/><br/>Not really to Lola's surprise, Evelyn turned her sudden leave from the table into an invitation for King to sit.  When he accepted her chair, and offer of breakfast, Lola gave Eve and almost imperceivable nod, indicating that she should go on to the kitchen as she had suggested.  She'd have rathered the blonde stay, though. Evelyn was sharp as a tack, and good at reading people. Not to mention manipulating them.  Usually it was to curry some small gift - jewellery, or money.  But Lola had seen Evelyn use that skill in other ways as well.  Not that Lola couldn't read people.  She wouldn't have made such a success of the saloon if she couldn't.  But Evie excelled in it.  And it seemed that she had decided to stay afterall.  Lola breathed a little easier.  She felt much more confident with Evelyn by her side.  Now, if she only had Jackson here as well...<br/><br/>Pushing those thoughts aside, Lola brought her full attention to King.  Taking your eyes off a snake about to strike is a sure fire way to get bitten, and Lola planned on avoiding that for as long as possible.  When he spoke of her girls, Lola felt the weight of responsibility for them rest heavily on her shoulders.  Of course she didn't want to let them down.  But she also didn't want them working for King.  Because you could bet your bottom dollar that there'd be certain...perks, he'd be demanding from them, and her girls were not whores!<br/><br/>"Concessions?" Lola asked, as sweetly as she could manage.  She leaned back in her chair, trying to adopt a more nonchalant pose.  "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mr King.  And all you've shown me so far is a piece of paper claiming that you own the land Lola's sits on.  I'm not about to just take your word for that, you realise.  I'll be having my lawyer look into it today.  So I'd appreciate it if you'd stop trying to scare my girls."<br/><br/>The idea of calling Mr Sanders, her lawyer, hadn't occurred to her until just that minute, and Lola could nearly kick herself for not thinking of him before.  At the very least, that should buy some time for Jackson to do...well, what ever it was that he planned on doing.  They'd not had a chance to discuss a course of action before he'd had to leave town.  But Lola was confident that he had something, some idea, up his sleeve.  She just had to hold the fort until he got back.