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told him he saw you. Were you thinking of asking him to be the father—”
    “What?” Grace’s high-pitched laugh was incredulous. “Are you crazy? Of course not. I was goin’ to ask him to have sex with me, but that was before he kissed Hollywood bombshell Elizabeth Parker and they wound up with their picture splashed all ovah the papers.”
    “Grace,” Melina said, probably intending to tell Grace about Max and Elizabeth’s arrangement. Max had explained things to Rhys, and he had no doubt Rhys had shared the details with his wife. But Grace kept talking.
    “I had a weak moment. But not that weak. Max is the last guy I’d want to have a baby with. No, I’ve done a bunch of research on co-parentin’ options and—”
    The rest of Grace’s words were drowned out by bitterness. The last guy she’d have a baby with. That hurt. But fuck, why was he surprised? The whole reason he and Elizabeth had gotten together last night was to reinforce his reputation as a playboy. And apparently, that was the only reason Grace had come to him as well.
    With an abrupt move, he switched off the monitor. Pressing his palms in his eye sockets, he took a deep breath. Then grabbed his beer again.
    Fine. Grace didn’t want him to father a child. He should be relieved. And it wasn’t exactly small potatoes that she had come to him thinking he could get her off. So why did it leave a bad taste in his mouth to have confirmation, once again, that a woman saw him only as sex on a stick? At least before, he’d thought she wanted sex with him . He’d thought she found him attractive. But no, she’d spoken the truth last night. She hadn’t wanted him . She’d only wanted the orgasm she believed he could give her.
    “Max,” Rhys yelled from the front door. “You here?”
    Max glanced at the now-silent monitor before calling back. “In the kitchen.”
    “Hey,” Rhys said as he appeared in the doorway. “Elizabeth on her way back home?”
    It took a minute for Rhys’s words to penetrate and for Max to switch gears and take his mind off Grace and everything he’d heard. Finally, he put down his beer, rubbed the back of his neck the way Rhys often did and shrugged. “Yeah.”
    “Has she heard from her douchebag of a husband?”
    “He tried calling her last night. She didn’t answer.” Even though she’d wanted to. She still loved the guy and was doing her best to get over him, starting by convincing him and the rest of the world that she was over him.
    Rhys grinned and shook his head in amazement. “So your plan worked like gold. For her and you. I checked online and the next ten performances are sold out.”
    Max smiled tightly. “That’s great.”
    “What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, and Max silently cursed. His brother didn’t miss much, and now that he’d shown a chink in his armor, Rhys would probably be all over it. “Nothing. Just a late night. You know how it is.” He grinned and punched his brother in the arm. “At least Jeremy will stay off our backs for a while. The key is to make sure we can keep ticket sales up until we sign the new lease. Then we’ll have time to strategize our next move.”
    “And in the meantime?”
    “I’ll keep doing what I do best—”
    “Hi, you two,” Melina called just before she stepped into the room.
    Rhys’s expression immediately softened.
    “We finished shopping early for once. Can you believe it?”
    At the obviously forced cheer in her voice, Rhys’s eyes promptly narrowed. His brother and Melina had fought a long, difficult battle to be together and Rhys would do anything to ensure his wife’s happiness. Add the fact she was now pregnant with his children? Protective didn’t come close to describing his brother.
    Sometimes it still shamed Max when he thought about the part he’d played in keeping Rhys and Melina apart for so long. It had taken almost ten years to make things right between them again.
    He watched Rhys kiss Melina and cup his palm around her