“You’re making a mistake marrying that girl.”
“And why is that?”
“Don’t be obtuse, Forrest. You cannot marry a woman who just wants your money.”
“Is that all?” I asked, disgusted. “Either way you’re not getting any more of my money so what the hell do you care?”
I drained the rest of my martini as unease began to creep all over my skin.
Phee pouted, then tried a different tactic as she scooted closer.
“Maybe we should giveusa shot again. After all, we’re going to be working together for the Phantom of the Bloody Opera.”
Her puffy lips were just under mine, her bosoms heaving artistically as she arched her back off the deck chair so she was practically in my lap.
“Hell, no, I don’t want to get back together with you. Why would I want to do that?”
“Iknowyou can’t stay away from me, you brute. We’re always off and on.”
“Well turn your menopause dial tooff, Phee, because it’s not happening.”
She jerked up and glared at me.
“Darling, you don’t want Paige and Hieronymus to be unhappy, do you?”
“What the hell do they have to do with it?” I snapped.
“They don’t like Birdie.”
“And why the fuck would I care what they have to say about it?”
I glared at my children, and they both looked startled and began to deny their dislike.
“Oh, so you’d rather be with that little--golddigger than make your family happy?” Phee hissed. “Actually choose a woman you have something in common with?”
I laughed contemptuously. “Birdie’s not a golddigger. You just think every woman is as mercenary as you. She didn’t even ask to look at the prenup. She just said she didn’t want my money and signed it. It may shock you, because you’re so jaded yourself, but Birdie isn’t out for my money. She’s a sweet angel who adores me.”
Phee smirked, leaving big red prints all over her wine glass.
“Well, if she’s so perfect, why are you here withme?”
Shit.
That’s what it’s going to look like, isn’t it? That I’ve left Birdie and chosen my ex-wife.
And suddenly I have no damn clue why I thought it could ever be seen as anything else.
I’ve made a huge mistake, and I need to get to Birdie and talk my way out of this.
Chapter four
Forrest
Ifeel set up as hell and now I’m pissed.
Birdie’s going to think Ichose Pheebecause why am I on this idiot boat with my ex-wife?
“Turn this yacht around,” I snapped. “I’ve had enough fucking family time.”
