Page 43 of Get A Fix

“An actor?” I said, going for aghast.

“I hate you,” he muttered, tightening his arm around my neck.

“Yeah, I can tell. Okay, so who has the final say about Bitsy getting her money?”

“That would be me.”

I smiled at him. “And you said yes.”

“Of course I said yes. Letters and affidavits saying she’s a drug-addled whore when I can watch any of her videos on TikTok or Instagram and know that’s total crap? Give me a break.”

“And so she gets what, keys to the kingdom?”

“She gets a letter with instructions—and we’re talking about a set amount that everybody gets, so don’t go nuts thinking it’s tens of millions of dollars. It’s more like tens of thousands. The sum won’t make her rich, but she can buy a house, depending on where she wants to live, put money into her business, or whatever. But it’s a good amount to help, plus everyone gets yearly dividends from the company after their trust is paid out.”

“Now I get why Hunter’s pissed at you. His illegitimate half brother oversees his family finances. That’s gotta sting.”

“Yeah. True.”

“I’m glad you had good parents growing up.”

“Me too. The good in me is all them—that’s nurture right there, them nurturing me. Me coming late to wanting a home and one person to share that with, taking my brain a long time to come online, that’s on me, and that’s all nature.”

“Oh, come on, give yourself a break. You had a career to start and oats to sow. You can cut yourself some slack for being young and gorgeous and rich. Lots of actors just burn out with drugs and alcohol and a myriad of other vices.”

“True.”

“You’ve had no scandals⁠—”

“That you know of,” he teased me.

“Stop. You haven’t been stupid, there’s no string of broken hearts in your wake, and though you didn’t seal the deal with…what was his name?”

“Hagen.”

“Despite things not working out with Hagen, however many years ago that was, it doesn’t mean that the next serious one won’t stick.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “You’re right. I have only been finding Mr. Right Now, but that doesn’t mean Mr. Right isn’t out there.”

“Very good. I’m glad we got that cleared up.”

“You actually think I’m a good man.”

“Of course I do.”

“Even though after these few days, I’m going to go my way and you’re going to go yours and our paths may never cross again?”

“Why wouldn’t I? This is a gift—you spending time with me. I’m very lucky.”

He only stared at me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I… What if I’m in Chicago? Could I see you?”

“Of course,” I assured him, leaning close.

“And sleep with you?”