Chapter Fifty Three

Victor nodded his agreement. James, who was a lot more tuned in to just what bad press could do to a career and reputation, was a lot more subdued. Concern flared in his eyes when she got to the explanation of the article and blog.

“That sucks,” James said.

Wendy nodded. “Tell me about it.”

“So where does this Damon Paige person fit in?” her dad asked. “I mean, there seems to be a big piece missing here. You were pretending to be his fiancée and this paper prints stuff about you, and you said he’s angry because he thinks you think he’s your dirty little secret. Am I missing something?” 

She sighed. “I’m in love with him, Dad. And now he hates me.” She said. 

All four men’s mouths rounded into Os.

There was marked silence, and she regretted having blurted out that fact. Love was girly stuff, and none of the men looked like they had a clue what to say or do next.

“Look