What I Did For Love Part 28

"I could never stomach the way you acted around him," he went on, "as though you were grateful he'd chosen you when it should have been the other way around. He fed off that. He fed off you-your sense of humor, your curiosity, how easy you are with people. Those things don't come naturally to him."

"I can't believe...Why didn't you say something? Why didn't you tell me how you felt about him?"

"Because every time I tried, your back went up. You wors.h.i.+pped him, and nothing I said was going to change that. We had enough tension over your career. What would criticizing him have accomplished except to make you resent me even more?"

"You should have been honest. I always believed you cared more about him than you did about me."

"You like to think the worst of me."

"You blamed me for the divorce!"

"I never blamed you. But I do blame you for marrying Bramwell Shepard. Of all the stupid-"

"Stop. Don't say any more." She pressed her fingers to her temples. She felt upended. Was her father telling her the truth, or was he trying to rewrite history so he could preserve the illusion of his own omnipotence?

Phones were ringing inside, and she could hear the gate intercom buzzing. A third helicopter dropped down, lower than the other two. "This is crazy." She made a dismissive gesture with her hand. "We can...talk about it later."

Laura waited until Georgie disappeared to emerge from the back of the veranda. Paul looked as vulnerable as an invincible man of steel could look. He was such a mystery to her. So tightly controlled. She couldn't imagine him laughing at a great dirty joke, let alone being caught up in a colossal o.r.g.a.s.m. She couldn't imagine him doing anything to excess. Georgie disappeared to emerge from the back of the veranda. Paul looked as vulnerable as an invincible man of steel could look. He was such a mystery to her. So tightly controlled. She couldn't imagine him laughing at a great dirty joke, let alone being caught up in a colossal o.r.g.a.s.m. She couldn't imagine him doing anything to excess.

He lived modestly by Hollywood standards. He drove a Lexus instead of a Bentley and owned a three-bedroom town house instead of a mansion. He had no personal staff, and he dated women his own age. What other fifty-two-year-old Hollywood male did that?

Over the years, she'd spent so much energy resenting him that she'd stopped thinking of him as anything more than a symbol of her ineffectiveness, but she'd just witnessed his Achilles' heel, and something inside her s.h.i.+fted. "Georgie's a terrific person, Paul."

"You think I don't know that?" He quickly reverted to his starchy self. "Is this how you've built your career? By eavesdropping?"

"It wasn't intentional," she said. "I came out here to see if I could get better cell reception, and I heard the two of you talking. I didn't want to interrupt."

"Or go back inside and leave us alone?"

"I got sucked in by your cluelessness. It temporarily paralyzed me." She caught her breath, unable to believe those words had come from her mouth. She wanted to chalk up her unguarded tongue to a sleepless night, but what if it was something more dangerous? What if all these years of self-disgust had finally eaten away at the last threads of her restraint?

He wasn't used to anything but her obsequiousness, and his eyebrows lifted. Her entire career depended on representing Georgie York, and she had to apologize quickly. "I just meant...You always seem so together. You're sure of your opinions, and you don't second-guess yourself." She took in his navy slacks and expensive polo s.h.i.+rt, and her apology began to go awry. "Just look at you. Those are the same clothes you had on last night, but you don't muss. You don't wrinkle. You're very intimidating."

If only he hadn't reared back on his heels and looked down his nose at her sadly wrinkled kimono top and wilted ivory slacks, she might have been able to stop herself. Instead, she said, much too loudly, "That was your daughter you were talking to. Your only child."

His fingers curled around the coffee cup Georgie had left behind. "I know who she is."

"I always thought my father was screwed up. He was lousy with money, and he couldn't hold a job, but a day never went by that he didn't give all us kids a hug and say how much he loved us."

"If you're suggesting I don't love my daughter, you're wrong. You're not a parent. You can't understand what it's like."

She had four wonderful nieces, so she had a fairly good idea what parental love involved, but she had to stop herself right now. Except her tongue seemed to have disconnected from her brain. "I don't get how you can be so distant with her. Can't you just act like a father?"

"Apparently you weren't eavesdropping hard enough or you'd know that's exactly what I was doing."

"By lecturing and criticizing? You don't approve of what she wants to do with her career. You don't like her taste in men. Exactly what do you like about her? Other than her earning power."

His face flushed with fury. She didn't know which of them was more shocked. She was ruining everything she'd taken so many years to build. She had to beg his forgiveness, but she was too sick of herself to find the right words.

"You just stepped way over the line," he said.

"I know. I'm-I shouldn't have said that."

"You're d.a.m.ned right you shouldn't have."

But instead of rus.h.i.+ng away from him before she could do any more damage, her feet remained stubbornly in place. "I've never understood why you seem so disapproving of her. She's a terrific woman. She might not have the best taste in men, although I have to say Bram has been a pleasant surprise, but...She's warm and generous. How many actors do you know who try to make life easier for the people around them? She's smart as a whip, and interested in everything. If she were my daughter, I'd want to enjoy her instead of always behaving as though she needs to be made over."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." But she could see he understood exactly what she meant.

"Why don't you just have fun with her sometimes? Goof off. Do something that doesn't involve business. Play a card game, splash around in the pool."

"How about a trip to Disneyland?" he said caustically.

"How about it?" she tossed back.

"Georgie's thirty-one, not five."

"Did you do those things with her when she was five?"

"Her mother had just died, so I was a little preoccupied," he snapped.

"That must have been horrible."

"I was the best father I knew how to be."

She saw real pain in his eyes, but it didn't stir her compa.s.sion. "Here's what bothers me, Paul...If I don't understand how much you love her, how's she supposed to?"

"That's enough. More than enough. If this is all the respect you have for our professional relations.h.i.+p, then maybe we need to rea.s.sess where we are."

Her stomach twisted. She could still salvage this. She could plead illness, insanity, SARS...But she didn't do any of it. Instead, she squared her shoulders and stepped off the veranda.

Her heart pounded as she made her way back to the guesthouse. She thought about her killer mortgage, about what would happen to her reputation if she lost her star client, about how badly, how catastrophically, catastrophically, she'd screwed up. So why didn't she run back and apologize? she'd screwed up. So why didn't she run back and apologize?

Because a good agent-a great agent-served her client well, and for the first time, Laura felt as though she'd done exactly that.

Chapter 19.

All day Bram watched the human chess game being played out in front of him as helicopters circled overhead. He observed Georgie doing her best to stay away from Lance, Jade, and her father, while Paul barely spoke to anyone. He saw Chaz pandering to Lance and Jade but remaining her customary pain in the a.s.s to Georgie and Aaron. Meg helped out in the kitchen, sneered at Lance whenever he pa.s.sed by, and acted as if Jade were invisible. Laura a.s.sumed the role of a nervous Switzerland, trying to move neutrally among all warring nations. And everybody sucked up to Rory, including himself. day Bram watched the human chess game being played out in front of him as helicopters circled overhead. He observed Georgie doing her best to stay away from Lance, Jade, and her father, while Paul barely spoke to anyone. He saw Chaz pandering to Lance and Jade but remaining her customary pain in the a.s.s to Georgie and Aaron. Meg helped out in the kitchen, sneered at Lance whenever he pa.s.sed by, and acted as if Jade were invisible. Laura a.s.sumed the role of a nervous Switzerland, trying to move neutrally among all warring nations. And everybody sucked up to Rory, including himself.

With the possible exception of Chaz, Bram decided, he was the only one happy about the quarantine. He'd planned to pitch to Rory last night only to have Lance show up, but now he had the rest of the weekend to get her alone, and she couldn't keep avoiding him forever.

Between the helicopters and the snake incident, no one wanted to go in the pool. A few of them congregated in the kitchen, and he noticed Georgie beginning to mess around again with the video camera. Chaz started to bristle, and he quickly stepped in. "Georgie, why don't you practice your interviewing techniques on Laura? A female agent in the Hollywood shark pool and all that."

"I don't want to talk to Laura. I want to talk to Chaz again."

"Only because the housecleaners aren't here," Chaz sneered. "She loves loves talking to them." talking to them."

It was unusual for him to feel like the only adult in the room. "How about interviewing Aaron then," he said with what seemed to him great reasonableness.

"I'm not interested in talking to men," Georgie snapped. "Fine. I'll interview you."

"Make him take off his clothes," Meg piped up from the kitchen table. "It'll spice things up."

"Great idea," he said. "Let's do it in the bedroom."

Georgie finally recalled her role of loving wife. "Don't tantalize me like that when we have company."

A series of semip.o.r.nographic images flashed through his head. Who'd have figured Georgie would turn out to be such a firecracker? From the beginning, her s.e.xual bossiness had turned him on. Unlike other women, she didn't give a d.a.m.n about arousing him, and somehow that only aroused him more. The s.e.x part of this phony marriage had turned out to be a lot more fun than he could have imagined. So much fun that he'd started to feel a little uneasy. He only had room for one person in his life, and that was himself. Chaz had been an accident.

By late afternoon, everyone's cell phones and PDAs were running out of power. Only Rory, who'd had a charger and a spare phone included in the package left by the gate, continued to work. Laura announced that being without a phone was making her hyperventilate, and she asked Georgie to sing, but there was no piano in the house, and Georgie declined. As much as he teased her about her Annie past, she was fun to listen to with her big voice and inexhaustible energy. Maybe he'd get a piano in here to surprise her.

Jade settled in his library with a book on international economics, Georgie disappeared with Aaron, and the others drifted off to the screening room. Bram headed out to his office with a gla.s.s of extra-strong iced tea, a less harmful addiction than his earlier ones.

He picked up the script his agent had sent over. With all the publicity from his marriage, he was seeing a few more scripts than he used to, but the parts hadn't changed: playboys, gigolos, an occasional drug dealer. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen something that wasn't a piece of c.r.a.p, and after reading only a few pages, he realized this was no different. He wanted a cigarette, but he took a slug of iced tea instead, checked his e-mail, then headed back to the house so he could get down to the real work of the day.

Rory had moved her center of operations to a corner of the veranda. Even though it was Sunday, she'd been on her phone all afternoon, making and destroying careers, but now she was hunkered over her laptop. He wandered to the table where she was working and, without waiting for an invitation that wouldn't come, took the chair across from her.

"As much as I appreciate your hospitality," she said without looking up, "unless you want to talk about the weather, you're wasting your time."

"I guess that's better than wasting Vortex's money."

She looked up.

He extended his legs and settled back in the chair, playing it cool, even though his guts were in a knot. "You're one of the smartest women in town. But right now you're being stupid."

"It's usually best to begin a pitch with flattery."

"You don't need flattery. You know exactly how good you are. But your personal grudge against me is getting in the way of your normally excellent judgment."

"In your opinion."

"Caitlin Carter has gotten greedy. If you wait until my option expires, you're going to spend a lot more money for Tree House Tree House than you will now. How are you going to explain that to your board of directors?" than you will now. How are you going to explain that to your board of directors?"

"I'll risk it. And you're the one who's being stupid. If you turn over Tree House Tree House now, without any restrictions, you're guaranteed a credit as a.s.sociate producer-" now, without any restrictions, you're guaranteed a credit as a.s.sociate producer-"

"Meaningless."

"-and you'll actually make money on your initial investment. But if you stay stubborn, you'll end up with nothing. I can get that picture made. What more do you want?"

"I want the picture that's in my head to get made." He fought to stay cool, but this meant too much, and he could feel himself losing it. "I want to play Danny Grimes. I want a guarantee Hank Peters will direct." He came out of his chair. "I want to be on the set every day making sure the script I'm delivering is the one that gets shot instead of some studio a.s.shole stepping in and deciding he wants to add a f.u.c.king car chase. car chase."

"I wouldn't let that happen."

"You have a studio to run. You wouldn't even notice."

She rubbed her eyes. "Bram, you're asking too much. To put it bluntly, you're only known for three things: Skip and Scooter, Skip and Scooter, a s.e.x tape, and being an undependable party boy. I'm starting to believe Georgie when she says you've outgrown that last one, but you haven't scored big with anything since the show ended. Can you really imagine me going to my board and telling them I've entrusted a project like a s.e.x tape, and being an undependable party boy. I'm starting to believe Georgie when she says you've outgrown that last one, but you haven't scored big with anything since the show ended. Can you really imagine me going to my board and telling them I've entrusted a project like Tree House Tree House to you?" to you?"

"I have a f.u.c.king vision! Can't you understand that?" The veins in his neck throbbed. "I know exactly how this film should be made. What it should look like. How it should feel. I'm the only only one who can deliver the movie you want. Is that so hard to understand?" one who can deliver the movie you want. Is that so hard to understand?"

She gave him a long, steady gaze. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I can't do it."

The genuine regret in her voice told him he'd finally reached the end of the road. He'd done everything he could to convince her, and he'd lost. He was shocked to realize his hands were shaking, but somehow he managed a shrug. He wasn't going to beg.

His office offered the only refuge in this overcrowded house, but as he turned away, a movement near the door caught his attention. It was Georgie. Even from fifteen feet away, he could see the concern in her furrowed brow and the pity in those green eyes.

She'd overheard every word. He hated that nearly as much as he hated losing his dream.

Dinner was torture. Lance kept trying to charm his way back into Paul's good graces, but Paul remained unresponsive. Jade launched into a powerful lecture about the child s.e.x industry that left all of them depressed and guilty. Georgie barely spoke, Rory seemed preoccupied, and Laura kept darting anxious glances at Paul and Georgie. Bram'd be d.a.m.ned if he'd let Rory see she'd beaten him, so he forced himself to tease Meg, the only person at the table who didn't look as though she'd rather be anywhere else.

The helicopters finally flew away for the day. Chaz served a gooey caramel dessert so rich that only Georgie ate her entire portion, forking it down with a dogged determination Bram didn't entirely understand. Jade, who didn't seem to care much about food, left hers untouched and, when Chaz reappeared, ordered a quarter of an apple. Her demand must really have p.i.s.sed off Georgie because she hopped up from the table and slipped into her Scooter Brown act. "It's barely eight o'clock. Let's all go into the living room. I have a special entertainment planned."

That was news to him. Bad news. All he wanted to do was escape.

"I'm not playing charades," Meg said. "Or any other game you actors like to play."

Laura and Rory looked pained, but Georgie wasn't giving up. "I have something a little more interesting in mind."

"Hold it right there," Bram said, determined to make sure Rory understood she hadn't gotten to him. "You promised you'd never let anybody see you dance naked except me."

"No dances," she replied, without missing a beat. "The last time I worked the pole I pulled a tendon."

Even Paul cracked a smile, and all the women laughed except Jade, but Bram had the feeling life weighed too heavily on her to take anything lightly. Lance immediately grew solemn in support of his wife. What a d.i.c.k.

As everyone else cleared the table, Jade demanded Chaz make a second pot of mint tea because the first wasn't hot enough. He was getting the idea that Jade preferred directing her humanitarian instincts to the world at large while ignoring the people waiting on her. Eventually Georgie, still doing the chipper act, herded them into the living room and a.s.signed seats, giving Bram the armchair by the fireplace. She pointed Rory toward the couch next to him and arranged the others in a fas.h.i.+on that might have made sense to her but not to anyone else. He wished like h.e.l.l she'd consulted him before she began playing her little parlor games.

And then Aaron came in with a pile of scripts, and it all became clear.

Georgie handed the first script to him. "Surprise, honey."

He gazed down at the cover. It was Tree House. Tree House. What did she think she was doing? What did she think she was doing?

"Some of you may have heard by now that Bram has optioned Sarah Carter's Tree House. Tree House."

That caused more than a few heads to shoot up.

Georgie's hand dropped to his shoulder. "But as far as I know, he's never heard it read, so this afternoon I had Aaron make copies for us. With all this amazing talent in one place, I think we should give our host a treat, don't you?"

All this amazing talent in one place...And Rory Keene sitting next to him. Georgie had thrown the dice. She didn't want him to give up, even after the conversation she'd overheard. She'd arranged the ultimate audition for him.