Filed To Story: The Things We Leave Unfinished Novel Free
“I wasn’t aware that you had a wife.” I blinked in mock confusion.
Adam sputtered on his own drink.
“Ha. Touch?.” He glanced over me with obvious assessment. “Tell me, does that old grandfather clock still keep time? The one in the sitting room?”
“Sure does.” I lifted a brow at the transparent reminder of his past role in Georgia’s life. “You know, that reminds me. You knew Scarlett pretty well, didn’t you?”
Adam’s eyes bounced between us like a ping-pong match, but he stayed silent.
“Sure did. That’s why I have ten of her books optioned.” He smirked.
“That’s right,” I said like I’d actually managed to forget that fact. What the hell had Georgia ever seen in this off-brand Nick Nolte? “Then you arrived just in time, because my editor and I were discussing the end of the new book.”
“The book no one is supposed to know about?” He half winked, which was just weird.
“The same one.”
“Guys. Keep it down. We’re going for the whole surprise announcement angle, remember?” Adam warned.
“Right. Of course.” I could have kissed him for playing along. “Anyway, Adam and I were discussing the end of…Scarlett’s story, and there was one piece of the puzzle I didn’t quite get out of Georgia while I was in Colorado.” I exaggerated a wince. “Well, you know better than most how open she isn’t.”
Damian laughed, and my fists clenched, but I kept my arms crossed. “Yeah, she’s a prickly one, my Georgia.” He smiled wistfully.
My Georgia, asshole.
Adam lifted his brows and took a long drink.
“Right. Anyway, I was wondering-for the sake of the story-did Scarlett ever tell you why she waited so long to have Jameson declared…” The word died on my tongue. In my head, the two had lived on, deliriously happy.
“Dead?” he suggested, taking another drink.
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He looked at me like I was a moron. “She never gave up hope. Ever. That woman was hard as nails, but man was she a romantic. She checked the mail at the same time every day, hoping there had been some word, some discovery, and that was long after Brian passed on.”
“Brian. Right.” I nodded. “I guess meeting him finally gave her the push she needed to move on and live for herself. Makes sense. Should have thought of that.” My lips curved upward in what I hoped looked like a grateful smile.
Adam choked on his drink, then cleared his throat to cover the sound. That was exactly how I’d written the ending, putting the pieces together from what little Georgia knew about that part of Scarlett’s life.
“I wouldn’t say meeting him. Scarlett knew Brian for years, actually.” Damian’s beady little eyes narrowed slightly in thought. “They never talked about it, but he moved into that tiny cottage in the mid-fifties. Now that you mention it, she told me once that she couldn’t marry Brian that first decade because it felt like her first marriage wasn’t over.” He shrugged. “Guess she finally realized it was. I mean, I think waiting forty years is long enough, don’t you?”
My stomach sank.
“Hey, baby.” Paige Parker hooked her elbow through his. “You about ready to sit down?”
“I’m chatting business,” he told her, then leaned down to whisper in her ear when she pouted.
The blonde was pretty, but she wasn’t Georgia. She didn’t have Georgia’s eyes, either, or her wit, or strength. In fact, Paige couldn’t even hold a candle to Georgia.
“Are you thinking what I am?” Adam asked quietly.
“Depends on what you’re thinking,” I answered, spotting my sister and Carmen on their way back from the ladies room. Perfect timing. I’d gotten what I’d come here for.
“Somehow Scarlett knew for certain in 1973 that Jameson wasn’t coming home,” he whispered. “She knew, and she didn’t tell anyone.”
“Let’s keep that thought between you and me.” Even the implication would crush Georgia.
Adam nodded as Paige walked off without so much as an introduction from her husband. Class act, Ellsworth.
“Speaking of Scarlett’s…life,” Damian continued. “When do I get to read the manuscript?” He sipped at his drink casually.
“It releases in March.” I was done playing nice.
“You’re really going to make me wait until release?” He laughed it off. “Imagine if we announced the movie at the same time as the book. The sales would be astronomical.”
“Georgia’s never going to let you make the movie.” I grinned.
“Of course she is. She’s just pissed about Paige. She’ll come around. Trust me.”
“Trust you. That’s funny.” I nodded to Adrienne, and her steps quickened as she saw who I was standing next to. “You can trust me, Ellsworth. It’s not going to happen.”
His expression changed, dropping all pretense of humor. “What would it take for you to cough up that manuscript? Maybe lean my way so Georgia does the same? From what Ava tells me, you two are…close.”
“I’m in love with her,” I corrected him.
“And?” He tilted his head, zero emotion in his eyes. “My offer stands. Happy to kick something back for you, too.”
“I’d rather die.” I held out my hand to Adrienne. “You ready to go?”
“If you are,” she replied.
“I am. Damian Ellsworth, meet my sister, Adrienne. Adrienne, meet Georgia’s piece-of-shit ex.” I turned away from his beet-red face. “Adam. Carmen. It was great to see you.” Pivoting with a smile, I walked away with Adrienne at my side.
“Emotions have no place in business, Harrison,” Damian sneered. “Eventually Ava will wear her down. She always does. How do you think I own the other ten options?”
I paused. He’d made five movies and still had five to go. I’d seen the way she dug her heels in for Scarlett’s wishes, so then why did she give up… Sometimes the only way to keep what you need is to let go of what you want. Her words from that day at the creek.
“Do you now?” My smile widened. What if she’d been referring to something else entirely? Clever woman.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped.
“It means I know Georgia better than you do.” I didn’t bother to wait for his response. “Sorry we aren’t staying for dinner,” I said to Adrienne, walking her to the door.
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.