Page 39 of Beau
“Very well.” Reaching out, she lifted his left hand to stare at the simple gold band Georgie had placed there and one he never takes off.
She saw the look of regret before it was cleverly shielded. “I suppose it would have been in bad taste for you to invite me to the wedding.”
He inclined his head. “It would have been. And I am certain you were busy advancing your career.”
Her eyes lifted to his, their green depths shimmering. “You’re still upset about that.”
“I was,” Drawing his hand from her, he shoved it in his pocket. “No longer.”
“You are in love.”
“Completely.”
“I have seen your wife, and she is exquisite. I must admit that I am jealous.”
“Why would you be?”
“I would have preferred her to be a little less flamboyant. Oh Beau, I made a mistake.”
His mouth tightened and when he lifted, he lifted his head, he saw that they were the objects of curious eyes.
He was about to say his goodbyes when he felt the unmistakable touch of his wife’s hand sliding through his arm. His heart rocketed through his heart, and he found himself wondering what she was going to do.
Turning his head guiltily, he started to introduce them, when she intercepted him.
“Miriam Hodges, I am absolutely a fan.” She smiled graciously and offered the woman a slender, graceful hand.
Miriam masked her surprise quickly and took the proffered hand. “I am always happy to meet a fan and especially the woman who was lucky enough to get Beau to the altar.”
“Aren’t I the lucky one? Nice to meet you in person. That period piece you did in England was fantastic. Had me on the edge of my seat for the entire ten seasons. Any hope of there being another season?”
Miriam smiled slightly as she tried to hide her curiosity. Surely the woman knew she had been involved with Beau. “I would be telling, if I said anything.”
“Darling, we should–”
“Of course.” Georgie smiled up at him brilliantly. “We have to do our due diligence.”
“Of course. I will be in touch, Beau.”
With a curt nod, he steered onto the dance floor. They had been dancing for several minutes without saying anything, when Georgie spoke.
“You looked like you needed rescuing," she murmured. She had seen them from across the room and the conversations around the group had died a slow death. Kelly in her usual inimitable way had bluntly told her to go and rescue her husband.
“That bitch looks like she is about to eat him up with her eyes.”
“I was surprised.”
Tilting her head, she studied his face thoughtfully. “And that’s the first time you have ever lied to me. Why is that?”
He gave her an angry look and wished he had skipped the damn function and stayed home. Seeing Miriam without prior notice had bowled him over.
“I don’t appreciate what you’re implying.”
Her tapered brows lifted. “What am I implying?”
“Stop it," he hissed.
“She was the one woman who kept your interest for more than a month. You were photographed together frequently. You followed her around like a trained puppy–”