Her cheeks are red and splotchy, but crossing her arms over her chest, she recovers quickly. “I can do what the hell I like. But you can’t. Do you think Andy will take you firing him lying down? Or think I’ll let you walk away from me? We are a team, Jack. We are much more powerful together than we are apart. You need me. You may not think so, but you do. And do you know why? Because I’ll make sure you don’t even have a career if you walk away. Have you thought about what it’ll do to your poor, sweet country girl to have paparazzi hounding her every move. I didn’t want to draw attention to her before by tipping them off, but maybe if it’s spun the right way …” Her voice trails off, as she taps a fingernail thoughtfully on her chin.
I’m listening, speechless, and watching her face morph into ugliness with each word she utters. My jaw clenches tightly to keep myself from exploding back at her. I shake my head.
She turns to an imaginary person next to her. “I was driven to another man’s arms because Jack Eversea is so cold and heartless.” She affects a whiny, hurt voice. “I felt emotionally bullied, all the time.” She sniffs for effect and looks away for a moment. When she looks back, her eyes are watery again, and a single tear tips onto her cheek. “And the most horrible thing of all was he got me pregnant, and then, when I lost his baby he was so mean, and so relieved. He laughed and told me he had never been in love with me. Laughed!”
She heaves out another sob. “All the time I thought we were together, he was sleeping with slutty waitresses he picked up from anywhere. There was this one girl—” She stops and looks at me. “Well, you know where I can go from there.”
She wipes carefully under her eyes, and then lets out a shrill laugh. “Your face is priceless, Jack.”
I take a step back and bump into a chair, sinking down on it gratefully. I need a few moments to clear my head. My hand fucking hurts like hell, but right now this Audrey, like a grenade with the pin out, is scaring the shit out of me.
I’m not sure how she and Andy can ruin my career, what she’s threatening is bad enough, but I feel pretty sure Audrey has thought long and hard about it and has a few aces up her sleeve.
I think back to my early days—the stupid partying and drug taking. If there’s even a chance Peak Entertainment thinks I’m still doing that, they’ll drop me faster than I could piss in a bottle. Their liability won’t cover it, and it was part of the no-uncertain-terms deal of doing the Erath movies, as well as the upcoming films they’ve contracted me for.
If Peak drops me, there’s not a chance in hell any smaller boys would pick me up. Gossip is king in this town. But worse is they could sue me to pay back what I’ve made from them until now, and Audrey knows it.
At this moment, I realize Audrey will say anything and make up any story to make sure I play by her rules. I’ve known this fall out was always a risk, but I truly never thought Audrey would be the enemy here. I never thought she’d be the one to drive the nail in my coffin. I thought she might want out as much as I did, that we would find a way to do it together.
How could I have been naïve about so many things? And now she’s threatening Keri Ann too, and if I know Audrey, it won’t be idle and it won’t just be damage. Keri Ann will be decimated.
I clutch my head and breathe, trying to calm down. One fist through a wall is enough for tonight. I don’t know how to appeal to her not to do this to me. I don’t want to make the choice she’s forcing on me. But I will. I’ll walk away from it all. I almost did it before, but then there was the baby. The baby that doesn’t fucking exist.
It would be a while before people got over the scandal enough not to make me a bucket of chum in the Indian Ocean. If ever. And where would I go this time? And for how long until people didn’t care? By then I would have lost my career and the girl. Of course, I’ve probably lost her already.
“Please, Audrey—”
“And just what are you begging for, Jack?” Her haughty tone betrays nothing of the hurt emotions she was portraying just minutes ago.
I tilt my head back up and look her straight in the eye. “I’m begging for the rest of my life.”
Five Months Later …
I rolled up the windows in the pickup as I glanced nervously at the heaving pregnant grey bellies of the clouds above me. It was just in time, too. The first fat raindrop splattered over the windshield, followed by a deluge, as the cloud waters broke.
I flicked on the wipers, peering ahead at the bright sunshine that shone up the road and shook my head. Nana always used to call this A Monkey’s Wedding. I had no idea what that meant, still didn’t, but there’d be a heck of a rainbow in a few minutes. I’d have to look out for it. The April showers were incessant this year.
A shrill ring emanated over the loud roar of the heavy drops hitting the truck, and I felt around blindly on the seat next to me trying not to take my eyes off the slick road.
“Hello.”
“Hey, sweetheart. You almost here?” Colton’s deep voice comforted me.
I tucked the cell under my chin so I could keep two hands on the wheel as the road got trickier to manage. “Yeah. Almost. I hate driving in the rain. Did you miss it?”
“Just. I wish you’d let me drive you.”
“I know, Colt. But surely you have other stuff to do besides take care of your best friend’s baby sister coz he’s too freaking busy to come home. This way you can get on with your day after you help me unload this stuff.”
There was a beat of silence on the other end of the phone.
“Colt?”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’m here. I’m parked at the service entrance. When you get to the front of the Westin, drive to the left around the building.” The line went dead.
I let the phone slide down to my lap and pursed my lips as I squinted through the water-distorted view. It was dumb to make the baby sister reference again. But it was Joey who was supposed to help me drop these pieces off for the exhibit. He was the one who called Colt when he couldn’t make it. Setting me up again.
“Shit,” I muttered. I shouldn’t have agreed to go out with Colt when my heart wasn’t in it. He was such a nice guy. Well actually, several girls in Savannah would probably disagree with me, but he was nice to me. Too nice. I was leading him on, and I knew it. Even though I’d told him, repeatedly, I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship.
But a month ago, I’d capitulated. Well, I had agreed to go out to dinner with him. Like a date. One dinner. That had turned into a couple of other dinner occasions, taking me for lunch after I went to drop something at the admissions office at SCAD, going to a few movies, kayaking trips on Saturday mornings, and heck … we were basically dating. Or at least special-friending as Mrs. Weaton, my elderly tenant, called it. I snorted and rolled my eyes. I felt bad. It was exactly why I hadn’t asked him to help me out today.
The rain finally eased up as I turned off William Hilton Parkway toward Port Royal Plantation and made my way under the canopy of curvy live oaks that lined the main driveway.
“Is that it, then?” Colt asked as I brought the last piece, a base for the sculpture I had made, from the truck. His dark hair was cropped short, making him look a little like a marine.