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“He was here the past two nights.”
“You should have invited him backstage.”
“He had to run – a trip to New York, but will be back tomorrow,” Jack told her as he fussed with his sports jacket. “He is interested in the play and you as well.”
Her eyes widened before she burst out laughing. “You are kidding.”
“He loved you on the stage and wants to take you to dinner.”
She shook her head. “I am not interested in a relationship.”
“It’s just dinner.”
“Is it?”
“The man is a hottie, a self-made billionaire with investments worldwide. I wished he was gay; then all of my worries would be over. But he is straight and wants to have dinner. He has his own private jet, a sleek, streamlined yacht custom-built. He is a powerful force, courted by presidential hopefuls. And he is interested in our little play.”
“Don’t undersell yourself or the play.” She told him dryly. “And as much as I would like to soften some money out of him, I am not willing to prostitute myself for it.”
“He just wants to have dinner.” Jack insisted.
“Men don’t just want to do anything. He is suggesting buying into the play based on me having dinner or going to bed with him.” Her dark brown eyes flashed. “If that’s the case, you are both in for a big disappointment.”
“Just have dinner with the guy.” Jack pleaded, blue eyes earnest. “We need the investment.”
“Okay, fine.” Finishing the champagne, she dragged off the wig and placed it carefully inside the box. She lifted her hands and took out the pins, shaking the heavy curls until they tumbled down her back.
“Incredibly sexy,” Jack said with a grin as he rose. “Let me get out of your hair and tell that delicious brother of yours that I send my love.”
“He is straight.”
“All the good ones are.” He said with a sigh. “I will call and tell Callum you are looking forward to having dinner with him.”
“Reluctantly.”
Jack shook his head. “It might just turn into something else.”
“Not a chance. Now get out and let me finish getting ready.”
*****
She would like to think she had gotten used to the stares, the finger-pointing, and the request for autographs whenever she stepped into a building, but it always gave her a jolt to realize that she was recognized.
Jason had chosen a restaurant near the courthouse, and at this time of the day, well into the late afternoon and the season, the eatery was pretty crowded.
A smile wreathing her face, the manager bustled forward to greet her personally.
“Your brother just got here, honey.” Carmen’s eyes sparkled in excitement. “I managed to take in the show on Saturday and was bowled over. You have quite the talent.”
“Thank you.” Lynn squeezed her hand slightly.
“Now, today’s dinner is on the house.”
“You don’t have to. “
“I insist. Anything you want, honey. Because of the awful weather, we have freshly baked soda bread and chicken soup with chunks of vegetables.”
“Bring it on.” She had left her jacket at the front.
