He slid his hand into his pocket and rubbed his fingers over the two gold wedding bands he'd picked up the day before. He hadn't seen Jayden since yesterday morning. He said he had some things he needed to do, like packing his apartment, but he'd call.
He hadn't called.
Wilson was going out of his mind. He had no idea where Jayden was or when he'd make an appearance. Considering they were supposed to be getting married shortly, that was not very reassuring.
They'd had to put the wedding off a couple of weeks due to his injury and the investigation into Ricky and Marv. Marv had been arrested for breaking and entering, but that was about all they could charge him with. Like Jayden had said, the guy was a sleaze, but he wasn't a killer. His turning Ricky in might cut off some of his prison time, but Wilson wasn't betting on it.
Wilson turned when the door opened, but his heart sank when he saw Will standing there instead of Jayden. Still, his son was there. "Hey."
"Hey," Will replied.
Wilson looked his son up and down. He wore the custom-made tuxedo Wilson had purchased for him for the occasion. "You look nice."
"You look nervous."
"Yes, well…” Wilson tugged at his cufflinks. “I suppose I am a little nervous. My last marriage didn't work out so well."
Will chuckled. "Man, your ex-wife is pissed. She just gave an interview to the National Weekly swearing she'd always known you were gay and that your father paid her to marry you."
Wilson grimaced. "He did, remember?"
"Yeah, but she's going on and on about how you had a string of men in and out of your house. She's playing the poor little wife who devoted her life to you, only to have her heart broken."
It was nothing he hadn't expected. Jillian was going to do everything to turn this situation to her advantage.
"She can say what she wants," Wilson said. "I know the truth."
"It doesn't piss you off?"
"It does, yes. I don't like having my private life made public, but I can't control what Jillian does. Only deal with the fallout."
"So, how are you going to deal with this?"
"I'll let Jillian have her little moment, but once things settle down, I'll remind her of all her little indiscretions. If she continues stirring the pot, I'll release the photographs I have of her with other men, taped conversations where she's demanding more money from me, and a copy of our prenup and the check she received for marrying me."
"Dang." Will snickered. "You don't play fair."
"She's using me to be in the limelight. That isn't fair. If she wants to be the center of attention so damn bad, she should do something to get that attention herself, not screw someone else over to get it."
"What are you going to do about your mother?"
"Pretty much the same thing, minus the pictures. Thankfully, she's broken off all contact with me."
"Uh…"
Wilson shot his son a quick look. "What?"
Will waved his hand, gesturing for Wilson to go to the window. He pointed to the roadblock down the street. "She's down there right now giving an interview to any reporter who will listen to her sob story."
Wilson growled. "What sob story?"
"Oh, she's waving the rainbow flag, talking about how horrible your father was but how she always accepted you being gay, and now her heart is broken because you didn't invite her to the wedding."
Wilson's eyes narrowed as he pulled the curtain back and glanced down the block. "What angle is she working now?" he murmured to himself.
"Could she be trying to get attention, too?"
"No, I don't think so. That's never been her thing."
