Stands up, embarrassed.

"Um...Kayla..."
Suddenly, Kayla's eyes widen, and she jumps up and off your lap. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, James. That was totally not professional." She straightens her skirt, fixing her glasses and generally turning a very bright shade of pink.
"Yeah, don't sweat it." You grunt as you adjust yourself, standing up. "No harm done. I'll transfer the funds tonight. Will you be able to get by until I can get the raise for you?"
"Yes! Absolutely, $3,500 will definitely relieve a lot of pressure. You are a fucking saint, James." she claps a hand to her mouth. "What is wrong with me today!?"
You laugh. "I'm not fucking sure, Kayla."
She bursts into laughter. "You should get home before Jenna gets any more annoyed with me. I'll make sure to send that fruit basket." she winks.
"Why don't you bring it over, when you come for dinner tonight?"
Kayla looks dumbfounded. "Wha...I'm coming to your house for dinner, now?"
"What, did you have plans?"
"Netflix and a bottle of wine were my plans. Won't that make more trouble with Jenna?"
You shake your head. "It's time we all stopped acting like teenagers. You're a part of my family, strange as that seems, and it's time we all buried our hatchets and had a good time together. I'm making an executive decision."
She smiles broadly. "Ok! I'll bring a big frozen lasagna and a fruit tray or something!"
"Sounds lovely, Kay. See you at 4:00."
You head home, bracing yourself for the argument when you tell Jenna about the invitation, but frankly, you're tired of it. Kayla's not a bad person. She never has been, and it's time for Jenna to grow up.
You pull into the driveway right behind Jenna, and help her with the groceries. Just as you put away the last of it, the twin horns of two vehicles sound as they pull into your driveway.