What I Did For Love Part 10

"We'll ask everybody to dress in costume. Either like the Scofields or the Scofield servants. Upstairs or downstairs."

"You're kidding."

"We'll have the cake designer put a set of those stupid-a.s.s Skip and Scooter dolls on top."

"Dolls?"

"The florist should use whatever the blue flowers were in the opening credits. Maybe candy miniatures of the mansion for party favors. That kind of c.r.a.p."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Give the people what they want, Georgie. It's the first rule of business. I'm surprised a mogul like you doesn't know that."

She stared at him. He smiled back with an innocence that didn't fit his fallen angel's face. And that's when she understood. "Oh, my G.o.d...You were serious about a Skip and Scooter Skip and Scooter reunion show." reunion show."

He grinned. "I think we should put the Scofield coat of arms on the table menus. And the family motto...What the h.e.l.l was it? 'Greed Forever'?"

"You really do do want a reunion show." She sank into the couch. "It's not just the money that made you agree to this marriage." want a reunion show." She sank into the couch. "It's not just the money that made you agree to this marriage."

"I wouldn't bet on that."

"You want a reunion show, too."

His desk chair squeaked as he leaned back. "Our party will be a h.e.l.l of a lot more fun than that p.u.s.s.y reception you had when you married the Loser. Tell me you didn't really leave the church in a carriage with six white horses."

The carriage had been Lance's idea, and she'd felt like a princess. But now her prince had run off with the wicked witch, and Georgie had accidentally married the big bad wolf. "I'm not doing a reunion show," she said. "I've spent eight years trying to get out from under Scooter's shadow, and I'm not walking back into it."

"If you'd really wanted to get out from under Scooter's shadow, you wouldn't have made all those lame romantic comedies."

"There's nothing wrong with romantic comedies."

"There's something wrong with bad romantic comedies. Those movies weren't exactly Pretty Woman Pretty Woman or or Jerry Maguire, Jerry Maguire, babe." babe."

"I hated Pretty Woman. Pretty Woman."

"Audiences didn't. On the other hand, they did hate Pretty People Pretty People and and Summer in the City. Summer in the City. And I'm not hearing anything good about the project you just wrapped." And I'm not hearing anything good about the project you just wrapped."

"It's your career that's in the toilet, not mine." Only technically true, since Cake Walk Cake Walk wouldn't come out until next winter. "You aren't dragging me down with you." wouldn't come out until next winter. "You aren't dragging me down with you."

His desk phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered. "Yep?...Okay..." He hung up and came out from behind the desk, bringing his drink with him. "That was Chaz. Fix your makeup. It's time to start showing off for the press."

"Since when have you cared about showing off for anybody except trashy women?"

"Since I've become a respectable married man. I'll meet you by the front door in fifteen minutes. Don't forget to use that lipstick that doesn't smudge."

"Oh, I'll remember." She rose from the couch and swept ahead of him. "Gosh, all this talk you've been doing about holding the power card. Such a fascinating example of self-delusion..." With an airy wave, she headed back to the house.

By the time she'd finished touching up her makeup, finger combing her straight hair, and changing into a mint green Marc Jacobs cotton eyelet dress, the smell of fresh baked goods had drifted upstairs. Her stomach growled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so hungry. Bram was waiting in the foyer, along with Chaz, who was gazing up at him as if he hung the moon and the stars. she'd finished touching up her makeup, finger combing her straight hair, and changing into a mint green Marc Jacobs cotton eyelet dress, the smell of fresh baked goods had drifted upstairs. Her stomach growled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so hungry. Bram was waiting in the foyer, along with Chaz, who was gazing up at him as if he hung the moon and the stars.

As Georgie reached his side, he slipped his arm around her shoulders. "Chaz, you'll make sure Georgie has whatever she needs."

Chaz responded with a friendliness that Bram might buy into but Georgie didn't believe for an instant. "Anything, Georgie. You just let me know."

"Thanks. As a matter of fact, I've hardly eaten all day, and I wouldn't mind-"

"Later, sweetheart. We have work to do." Bram kissed her forehead, then turned to pick up one of two trays piled with home-baked sugar cookies. "Chaz has made a goodwill offering for us to distribute to our friends in the press." He handed one tray to Georgie, then picked up the other for himself. "We're going to pa.s.s these out and pose for some photos."

The press liked nothing better than free food. It was a great idea, and she wished she'd thought of it. He opened the door for her. "I hired extra security until the gates go up," he said. "I'm sure you won't mind paying your portion of the bill."

"How big a portion is that?"

"All of it. Only fair, don't you agree, since I'm putting a roof over your head?"

"If you'd include some actual food with that roof-"

"Can't you think about anything but food?"

"Not at the moment." She grabbed one of the cookies from her tray and took a big bite. It was still warm...and delicious.

"No time for that." He s.n.a.t.c.hed the cookie away and stuffed it in his mouth. "d.a.m.n, these are good. Chaz's cooking gets better all the time."

She watched the cookie disappear. For a year everyone had been trying to coax her to eat, and now that she had an appet.i.te, he was taking food away. It made her even hungrier. "I wouldn't know."

The end of the driveway came into sight, along with the beefy security guards stationed there. Several dozen paps and a few members of the legitimate press cl.u.s.tered in a noisy pack in the street. Georgie gave them a gay wave. Bram took her free hand, and fingers linked, they carried the cookie trays forward. The paps began "hosing them down," a particularly distasteful term that described the aggressive shooting of celebrities.

"If you guys play nice, we'll pose for some pictures," Bram called out. "But if anybody comes too close to Georgie, we're going inside. I mean it. n.o.body gets near her."

She was momentarily touched, and then she returned to Sanity Land as she remembered Bram was acting the role of the protective husband.

"We always play nice, Bram," one of the women reporters shouted over the din.

Even before Bram pa.s.sed both trays over to the security guards to distribute, the questions began to fly. When had they hooked up? Where? Why, after all these years, had they gotten together? What about all the bad feelings between them? One question followed another.

"Georgie, is this a rebound from Lance?"

"Everybody's saying you're anorexic. Is that true?"

She and Bram were pros at handling the press, and they answered only the questions they wanted to.

"People think this whole thing is a big publicity stunt," Mel Duffy called out.

"You go on dates for publicity," Bram retorted. "You don't get married. But people can think what they like."

"Georgie, rumors are flying that you're pregnant."

"Really?" The wound ached, but Georgie played the clown and patted her waist. "h.e.l.lo? Anything in there?"

"Georgie isn't pregnant," Bram said. "When it happens, we'll be sure to let you know."

"Are you taking a honeymoon?" The reporter had a British accent.

Bram rubbed her back between her shoulder blades. "When we get around to it."

"Do you know where?"

"Maui," he said.

"Haiti," Georgie said.

They looked at each other. Georgie went on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his jaw. "Bram and I intend to use this silly overexposure we're getting to call attention to the plight of people living in poverty." She didn't know a lot about Haiti, but she knew it had poverty, and Haiti was a lot closer than Thailand and the Philippines, where Lance and Jade were doing their good works.

"As you can see, we're still discussing it," Bram said. Without warning, he drew her into his arms and gave her the l.u.s.ty kiss the press had been waiting for. She went through all the proper motions in response, but she was tired, hungry, and trapped in the arms of her oldest enemy.

They finally separated. Bram addressed the crowd while he fixed her with a hungry lover's gaze. "You're all welcome to hang around, but I can guarantee we're not going anywhere tonight."

She tried to blush, but blus.h.i.+ng was beyond her. Would she ever know what had happened in that Vegas hotel room? She hadn't seen any signs that they'd made love, except they'd both been naked, which she supposed was a fairly big sign.

As they walked back to the house, his hand strayed to her bottom for the benefit of the onlookers they'd left behind. "Nice," he said.

The sadness she'd been trying so hard to suppress oozed to the surface. "I've never forgiven you for what happened that night on the boat. I never will."

He drew back. "I'd been drinking. I know I wasn't exactly a dream lover, but-"

"What you did was a step away from a rape."

He snapped to a stop. "That's bulls.h.i.+t. I never forced a woman in my life, and I sure as h.e.l.l didn't force you."

"No physical force, but-"

"You had a crush on me. Everybody knew it. You threw yourself at me from the beginning."

"You didn't even lie down with me," she said. "You shoved up my skirt and helped yourself."

"All you had to do was say no."

"Then you walked out. As soon as it was over."

"I was never going to fall in love with you, Georgie. I'd done everything I could to make that obvious, but you wouldn't take the hint. At least that night put an end to it."

"Don't you dare act as though you did me a favor! You wanted to get off and I was handy. You took advantage of a stupid kid who thought you were romantic and mysterious when you were really just an egotistical, self-centered a.s.s. We're enemies. We were then, and we still are."

"Fine by me."

As he stormed off, she told herself she'd said exactly what she needed to. But nothing could change the past, and she didn't feel one bit better.

Chapter 8.

Georgie swam for nearly an hour the next morning in the sheltered pool. Yesterday she'd let him see how much he'd hurt her, and displaying that kind of vulnerability was a luxury she couldn't repeat. Not anymore. swam for nearly an hour the next morning in the sheltered pool. Yesterday she'd let him see how much he'd hurt her, and displaying that kind of vulnerability was a luxury she couldn't repeat. Not anymore.

As she was getting out, she heard a voice coming from the path that ran behind the shrubbery. "Settle down, Caitlin...Yeah, I know. Have a little faith, sweetheart..."

Bram moved on before Georgie could hear any more. As she wrapped herself in a towel, she wondered who Caitlin was and how long it would be before Bram sought out one of his mystery women for extramarital s.e.x.

She combed her wet hair with her fingers, tucked the towel under her arms, and went inside to rummage through the refrigerator. As she pulled out a carton of blueberry yogurt, Chaz came in and dropped a pile of mail on the center island. "I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of the refrigerator. Everything's organized the way I like it."

"I won't move anything I don't eat." Chaz was a monumental pain in the a.s.s, but Georgie still felt sorry for her. She didn't really believe Chaz was Bram's lover, but she did believe Chaz was in love with him. Remembering the pain of that particular disease, she took a fresh tack. "Tell me about yourself, Chaz. Did you grow up around here?"

"No." Chaz pulled a mixing bowl from the cupboard.

She tried again. "I can't cook much of anything. How did you learn?"

Chaz slapped the cupboard door closed. "I don't have time to talk. I need to get a head start on Bram's lunch."

"What's on the menu?"

"A special salad he likes."

"Fine by me."

Chaz grabbed the dishcloth. "I can't cook for both of you. I already have too much to do. If you don't want me to quit, you'll have to take care of yourself."

Georgie licked the inside of the yogurt lid. "Who said I don't want you to quit?"

Chaz's face flushed with anger. Georgie understood, but Chaz's hostility was making an already awful situation that much worse. She pulled a spoon from the drawer. "Make lunch for two, Chaz. That's an order."

"I take my orders from Bram. He said he'd never interfere with how I did my job."

"He wasn't married when he said that, but now he is, and your G.o.dzilla act is getting old fast. You have two choices. You can play nice, or I'll hire my own staff, and you'll have to share your kitchen. Somehow I don't think you'd like that."

She and her yogurt headed back outside.

As Georgie's footsteps faded, Chaz pressed her fists to her belly, trying to hold in all the hatred that wanted to spill out. Georgie York had everything. She was rich and famous. She had great clothes and a big career. Now she had Bram, and only Chaz was supposed to take care of him. faded, Chaz pressed her fists to her belly, trying to hold in all the hatred that wanted to spill out. Georgie York had everything. She was rich and famous. She had great clothes and a big career. Now she had Bram, and only Chaz was supposed to take care of him.

Outside the kitchen windows a hummingbird flew onto the veranda. Chaz grabbed a paper towel and opened the refrigerator door. The milk wasn't where she'd left it, and a couple of the yogurt containers had fallen over. Even the eggs were on the wrong side of the shelf.