she was calling with an idea on how to maximize yesterday’s negative publicity.
Lecia was mid-pivot when Sam spoke again. “And a reporter from the L.A. Times called. He’d like you to get back to him.”
As if! The last thing Lecia needed was any more rope with which to strangle herself.
Eight
“Ginger didn’t want to settle,” Keith said.
Anthony gripped the receiver with all the strength in his fist. “Son of a bitch.”
“I have no clue why,” Keith went on. Anthony could envision the man shaking his head. “She can’t possibly expect to get more than what we offered.”
“Apparently she does.” Anthony couldn’t believe that his wife wanted to slug it out in court. Unless…“Maybe she doesn’t want to end the marriage.”
“Oh, she wants out. Her lawyer said that she explicitly stated she’s not interested in any talk about reconciliation. She wants to move on with her life.”
Why was Ginger doing this? “If she wants out of our marriage, I want her to tell me that face-to-face. She needs to talk to me. Can’t you force a meeting?”
“Ginger said she doesn’t want to see you. That there’s nothing to discuss.”
How could she totally dismiss him without even sitting down to talk about what had happened? Before they’d gotten married, she had always listened to what he had to say, evenwhen he was discussing football plays she didn’t understand. Whenever they had a disagreement, they talked things out at length. She was always patient and peaceful. So what had happened to the woman?
Ginger had explicitly told him she wanted to be married once, and had presented herself as the type never to bail on him. Hell, she had nursed a paraplegic mother from the time she was only fourteen, until her mother’s death a couple years ago. A woman who would do that certainly wouldn’t up and leave a guy based on one problem. Anthony didn’t understand the change in her.
“Try again,” he told Keith.
Keith sighed wearily. “Can I ask what you hope to accomplish?”
“I want to save my marriage.”
“You know my—”
“I do, but I’m telling you to try again. My mama always said that anything worth having doesn’t come easy.”
“All right.” Keith’s tone sounded defeated. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Maybe I should have shown him my boobs.”
Bo stopped kissing Ginger’s inner thigh and looked up at her. “What’d you just say?”
Damn her big mouth. She would have to do a better job of keeping her private thoughts private. “Nothin’. I didn’t say nothin’.”
Bo frowned. Clearly he didn’t believe her. But he lowered his lips back to her leg again.
He rained gentle kisses along her skin, and Ginger wished she could let herself be seduced. But she was upset with theway things had gone today. She was back at square one, and she needed a new game plan.
Bo’s lips moved higher. Ginger lay back, sighing softly. But seconds later she abruptly sat up. “What an asshole lawyer. I mean, who does he think he is, quitting on me?”
“Ah, hell.” Bo rolled onto his back in frustration.
“Sorry, Boo.” Ginger sat up and reached for his arm. “I just…I can’t stop thinking. I’ve got a headache over this whole thing.”
“Time was, I could help you get over a headache.”
“Not this time. All the lawyers I’ve called can’t see me for at least a couple weeks. I don’t have that kind of time. We don’t.”
“Why don’t you try that guy we’ve been seeing on all those commercials? Don’t he say if your case is urgent, he’ll see you right away?”
Ginger stopped moping to look Bo in the eye. “What guy?”
“You know. We seen him at least ten times tonight alone. Jeff or Bob. Something like that.”
“You mean Zack Mulroney?”
“Yeah. That’s the guy.”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “He’s an ambulance chaser.”
“A what?”
“Doesn’t he deal with personal injury?”
“I don’t know.” Bo shrugged as he sat up. “Seems
Lecia was mid-pivot when Sam spoke again. “And a reporter from the L.A. Times called. He’d like you to get back to him.”
As if! The last thing Lecia needed was any more rope with which to strangle herself.
Eight
“Ginger didn’t want to settle,” Keith said.
Anthony gripped the receiver with all the strength in his fist. “Son of a bitch.”
“I have no clue why,” Keith went on. Anthony could envision the man shaking his head. “She can’t possibly expect to get more than what we offered.”
“Apparently she does.” Anthony couldn’t believe that his wife wanted to slug it out in court. Unless…“Maybe she doesn’t want to end the marriage.”
“Oh, she wants out. Her lawyer said that she explicitly stated she’s not interested in any talk about reconciliation. She wants to move on with her life.”
Why was Ginger doing this? “If she wants out of our marriage, I want her to tell me that face-to-face. She needs to talk to me. Can’t you force a meeting?”
“Ginger said she doesn’t want to see you. That there’s nothing to discuss.”
How could she totally dismiss him without even sitting down to talk about what had happened? Before they’d gotten married, she had always listened to what he had to say, evenwhen he was discussing football plays she didn’t understand. Whenever they had a disagreement, they talked things out at length. She was always patient and peaceful. So what had happened to the woman?
Ginger had explicitly told him she wanted to be married once, and had presented herself as the type never to bail on him. Hell, she had nursed a paraplegic mother from the time she was only fourteen, until her mother’s death a couple years ago. A woman who would do that certainly wouldn’t up and leave a guy based on one problem. Anthony didn’t understand the change in her.
“Try again,” he told Keith.
Keith sighed wearily. “Can I ask what you hope to accomplish?”
“I want to save my marriage.”
“You know my—”
“I do, but I’m telling you to try again. My mama always said that anything worth having doesn’t come easy.”
“All right.” Keith’s tone sounded defeated. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Maybe I should have shown him my boobs.”
Bo stopped kissing Ginger’s inner thigh and looked up at her. “What’d you just say?”
Damn her big mouth. She would have to do a better job of keeping her private thoughts private. “Nothin’. I didn’t say nothin’.”
Bo frowned. Clearly he didn’t believe her. But he lowered his lips back to her leg again.
He rained gentle kisses along her skin, and Ginger wished she could let herself be seduced. But she was upset with theway things had gone today. She was back at square one, and she needed a new game plan.
Bo’s lips moved higher. Ginger lay back, sighing softly. But seconds later she abruptly sat up. “What an asshole lawyer. I mean, who does he think he is, quitting on me?”
“Ah, hell.” Bo rolled onto his back in frustration.
“Sorry, Boo.” Ginger sat up and reached for his arm. “I just…I can’t stop thinking. I’ve got a headache over this whole thing.”
“Time was, I could help you get over a headache.”
“Not this time. All the lawyers I’ve called can’t see me for at least a couple weeks. I don’t have that kind of time. We don’t.”
“Why don’t you try that guy we’ve been seeing on all those commercials? Don’t he say if your case is urgent, he’ll see you right away?”
Ginger stopped moping to look Bo in the eye. “What guy?”
“You know. We seen him at least ten times tonight alone. Jeff or Bob. Something like that.”
“You mean Zack Mulroney?”
“Yeah. That’s the guy.”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “He’s an ambulance chaser.”
“A what?”
“Doesn’t he deal with personal injury?”
“I don’t know.” Bo shrugged as he sat up. “Seems
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