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Paul rocked on his heels just as he used to when she was a child and she didn’t have her lines memorized. “And here I thought the worst of this mess was over.”
She knew what he meant. He adored Lance, and he’d been furious when they split. Sometimes she wished he’d just come out and say what he really meant, that she should have been woman enough to hold on to her husband.
He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed in you.”
His words bit to the quick, but she was working hard at being her own person, so she made herself manufacture another bright smile. “And just think, I’m only thirty-one. I have lots of years to improve my record.”
“That’s enough, Georgie,” Bram said, almost pleasantly. He let his hand slip from her waist. “Paul, let me lay it out for you. Georgie is my wife now, and this is my house, so behave, or you’ll lose your invitation to visit.”
She sucked in her breath.
“Really?” Paul’s lip curled.
“Really.” Bram headed for the doors. But just before he got there, he turned back, performing the old false exit as flawlessly as he’d done it in a score of Skip and Scooter episodes. He even started off with the identical dialogue. “Oh, and one more thing…” That was when he went off script, and he did it with a smile. “I want to see Georgie’s tax returns from the last five years. And her financial statements.”
She couldn’t believe it. Of all the—She took a step toward him.
An angry flush spread over her father’s face. “Are you implying that I’ve mismanaged Georgie’s money?”
“I don’t know. Have you?”
Bram had gone too far. She might resent the way her father attempted to control her, and she definitely questioned his j
udgment in choosing her latest projects, but he was the only man in the world she trusted completely when it came to money. All kid actors should be lucky enough to have such a scrupulously honest parent guarding their incomes.
Her father grew more outwardly calm, never a good sign. “Now we get to the real reason for this marriage. Georgie’s money.”
Bram’s lips curled with insolence. “First you say I married her to advance my career…Now you think I married her for her money…Dude, I married her for sex.”
Georgie rushed forward. “Okay, I’ve had enough laughs for tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow, Dad. I promise.”
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“If you give me a couple of minutes, I can probably come up with a good punch line, but for now, I’m afraid that’s the best I’ve got.”
“Let me show you out,” Bram said.
“No need.” Her father strode toward the door. “I’ll leave the same way I came in.”
“No, Dad, really…Let me…”
But he was already crossing the gravel patio. She sank into a saggy brown couch right underneath Humphrey Bogart.
“That was fun,” Bram said.
She clenched her fists in her lap. “I can’t believe you questioned his integrity like that. You—the go-to guy for financial mismanagement. How my father handles my money is my business, not yours.”
“If there’s nothing to hide, he won’t mind opening the books.”
She shot up. “I mind! My finances are confidential, and I’m calling my lawyer first thing tomorrow to make sure they stay that way.” She’d also have a private talk with her accountant about disguising the fifty thousand a month she was paying Bram from her father. “Household expenses” and “increased security” sounded a lot better than “blood money.”
“Relax,” he said. “Do you really think I’d know how to read a financial statement?”
“You were deliberately baiting him.”
“Didn’t you enjoy it just a little bit? Now your father knows he can’t order me around the way he does you.”
“I run my own life.” At least she was trying to.
