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“I don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”
“Acting lessons, that’s what.”
“Acting lessons?”
“You heard me. You’ve taken lessons, haven’t you?”
He looked sulky. “I might have talked to one of my golf buddies a few times while we were playing, but that’s it. A couple of conversations walking down the fairways. One or two tips between putts. That’s all.”
He hadn’t allayed her suspicions a bit, and she gave him her steeliest glare. “Which golf buddy would that happen to be?”
“What difference does it make?”
“Bobby Tom . . .”
“It might have been Clint Eastwood.”
“Clint Eastwood! You’ve been taking acting lessons from Clint Eastwood!” She rolled her eyes.
“That doesn’t mean I’m serious about this business.” He pulled his hat an inch lower on his forehead. “Making love with ladies I’m not attracted to isn’t my idea of how I want to spend the rest of my life.”
“I like Natalie.”
“She’s okay, I guess. But she’s not my kind of woman.”
“Maybe that’s because she’s a woman, not a girl.”
His expression grew belligerent. “Now what’s that supposed to mean?”
Her rising tension was making her cranky. “The indisputable fact is, you don’t have the best taste when it comes to female companionship.”
‘’That’s a lie.”
“Have you ever dated a woman with an IQ larger than her bra size?”
His eyes drifted down to her breasts. “A lot larger.”
She could feel her nipples tightening. “I don’t count. We’re not officially dating.”
“You’re forgetting about my relationship with Gloria Steinem.”
“You did not date Gloria Steinem!”
“You don’t know that for a fact. Just because we’re engaged doesn’t give you the right to tell me what sort of ladies I’m attracted to.”
He was stonewalling. He brushed her bare calf with his leg, and her skin broke out in goose bumps. Since she knew she wouldn’t get any farther with him, she abandoned that particular line of attack for another.
“You certainly seem to have a head for business. Maybe you’d be happier doing that than acting. I had no idea how many successful business ventures you were involved in. Jack Aikens told me that you were born with horse sense.”
“I’ve always been able to make money.”
She’d never heard less enthusiasm, and as she slipped another french fry under the bleachers, she tried to figure out why. Bobby Tom was intelligent, handsome, charming, and he could make a success of anything he put his mind to. Except the one thing he wanted most—to play football again. It struck her that in the time she’d known him, she’d never once heard him complain about having his career ended so brutally. He wasn’t a complainer by nature, but she was certain he’d feel better if he could vent his feelings.
“You keep a lot bottled up inside you. Would it help if you talked about what happened?”
“Don’t psychoanalyze me, Gracie.”
“I’m not trying to, but having your life turned upside down would be difficult for anyone.”
