The blonde pouted. “You can just say no if you don’t want to share.”
“Time to go,” Dane said. “I have guests.”
“Call me, honey!”
The woman slipped away, and Vanessa marched inside Dane’s place. Hilary followed her in and almost jumped when Dane slammed the door shut.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
“What isn’t the problem? Is it true you sent Ginger to Thailand to be with Shane?” Vanessa said.
“Yes. How did you find out?”
“He called Mark.” Vanessa paced. “She’s dating somebody else.”
“After they broke up. She doesn’t have to live like a nun just because you’re stuck in the dark ages.”
“Don’t make this about me.”
“But it is about you, isn’t it? Your feelings. What do you want to do? Burn her?”
“For once, just shut up, Dane. Did Shane ask you to send her?”
He snorted. “No. He was furious according to my men.”
“See! That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Stop being hysterical. This isn’t like you, even if you are pregnant.”
Hilary winced. Wrong thing to say.
“My pregnancy has nothing to do with this! Shane doesn’t deserve to have you mess with his life,” Vanessa said, gesturing wildly with her hands. “Don’t you think he had a good reason to break it off with her?”
“I think he doesn’t have even one good reason.”
Vanessa brought her arms under control and crossed them, tapping her foot. “Right. Because you’re the love expert.”
“He doesn’t remember her.”
“What?”
“He has amnesia. He doesn’t remember anything. Not you, not me. And not Ginger.”
Hilary put a hand over her mouth. Vanessa collapsed onto a couch behind her.
“When is he coming home?” Hilary asked Dane.
“Whenever he’s ready.”
“Is she there to bring him back?” Vanessa asked.
“That and to ensure he doesn’t suffer further emotional damage. The doctor was very specific about him being around someone he likes and trusts.”
“So you sent her? I could’ve gone,” Vanessa said.
Dane cocked an eyebrow. “In your condition? You think Barron’s going to let you fly all the way out there with his great-great-nephew in your belly?”
“Somebody else then. Family!”