"Your dad had other problems. And maybe your mother should have told you some of
it after he died, but I think she hoped you would all move past it."
"Dad thought she didn't respect him. That you didn't."
"Carlton was a good man. But he was a fool in a lot of ways. That was one. He was a good CPA. Goodness knows he got my financial house in order after that ridiculous shyster--well, never mind. I loved that boy. And if he felt less because the spotlight left him in the shadow, then I'm truly sorry. But that was only him. Your mother adored him. I adored him. Like I said, it was nice to have someone around who didn't read Variety before the actual news."
"I thought Variety was the news," he deadpanned.
"There? See? You are one of us." She smiled, and in that moment he wished he had his camera. "So you tell me, Wyatt. What is it you want? The spotlight? Fame? A family? Respect?"
The answer came fast, without him even having to think.
Kelsey.
When he cut through all the crap, all the ambition, all the garbage, she was the only thing he saw.
And it was time he told her so.
29
"You should have told me that's where the money was coming from," Griff says as he cracks two eggs into a skillet. "I thought it was from that savings account you started a zillion years ago."
I shake my head, but don't tell him that Daddy emptied that account out ages ago.
"I'm really sorry," I say for one more time. "I'll borrow the money from Nia--it's weird taking money from a friend, but she understands and--"
"You don't need to do that."
"--and I'll pay her back eventually with--" I look over at him from where I sit at the Formica table, something in his tone catching my attention. "Wait. Why don't I?"
"I have the money."
I sit back in my chair. "You have the money?"
"Well, technically no. But I'm officially in the protocol, and I don't owe a dime."
"Oh." I'm very confused. "How?"
"You, apparently."
Now I'm even more confused, and I tell him so. "So speak slowly and use small words."
"I guess Stark offered to cover your salary if you were fired, and you said no?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, I guess he doesn't do no well. He asked Wyatt what you were supposed to get paid, and Wyatt told him about the protocol."
"And?"
"And apparently he owns the company."
I blink. "Say again?"
"The company that's doing the trials is a division of Stark International. So he pulled strings. At any rate, I'm in. Because of you. Or because of that bitch Leah," he says with an evil grin. "But I'd rather thank my big sister."
"You're in," I say, more to myself than him. "That's--wow."