“Is that all the greeting I get? It’s been six months,” she said.
“We’ll get to that. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, you know what I like.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t recall.” Fuck, he had no clue.
Her lips tightened. “White wine.”
He handed her a glass, and that was when he noticed how much she was shaking. He would have thought it might have been fear, but he could see her dilated pupils. Fuck, what was she on? Meth or cocaine? Either drug could make the meeting more volatile.
He sat down in the chair next to hers and studied her. Besides the plastic surgery, she looked thinner and pale.
“What have you been up to?” he asked.
“I’ve been awaiting your call.”
“I’m sure you’ve been out.”
“Maybe a little. Did you call because you saw me out and got jealous?”
He almost snorted. “No. I called for a whole different reason. I have a video of your brother breaking into this house. He went through my office and spit on my food. Would you happen to know about that?”
“No, of course not.”
He could tell right away that she was lying. “Why do you suppose he would do that?”
“Maybe he didn’t like seeing me in pain?”
“What else?”
“You promised you’d take care of me, and I haven’t received a dime.”
He sat back. “When in the hell did I say that?”
“The second-to-the-last time we were together.”
“I was talking about sex, Gina. I’d take care of you in bed, not that I’d give you money.”
“I don’t believe you,” she cried out and stood.
“Tell me what your brother was looking for.”
“I don’t know.”
“Guess.”
She studied him.
“I can always pick him up and ask him these questions, but he might find it too painful.”
She hissed. “Fucking asshole. He was looking for anything that we could blackmail you with.”
“For money?”
“Yes, because you owe me.”
He stood. “I don’t owe you shit.”
“I gave you three years of my life, and you just walked away.”
“We were never exclusive, Gina, and you know it. It will be fairly easy to find the proof you were with many men in the time we’ve known each other.”
“Because you always broke my heart.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s bullshit. I think you planned to be my woman, right?”
“I wanted us to be married, yes.”
God, the thought made him sick. “I would have never married you. We fucked a few times, that’s it.”
He ducked when she threw her glass at him.
“You were supposed to fall in love with me and marry me so I could live here and shop for whatever I wanted. I wanted to have people look at me with fear in their eyes because I was married to a Maclean.”
Damn, whatever drug she was on was giving her the daring to tell him all of this.
“I want you to tell your brother if he steps foot on my property again, he’ll disappear.”
“You can’t do that,” she screamed.
“Watch me.”