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guy Skip Scofield, youthful heir to the Scofield fortune, and even the most loyal fans were outraged by what they saw. Skip and Scooter was canceled a few weeks later, earning him the wrath of the public and the hatred of everyone connected with the show.
    Their meal dragged on until Georgie couldn’t bear it. She set down her fork next to her dismantled, uneaten crab cake, studied her watch, and tried to look as if Christmas Day had unfortunately come to an end. “Aw…Too bad. I have to go.”
    Bram speared the final bite of his ravioli and thrust his fork in her mouth. “Not so fast. You can’t leave Ivy without having dessert.”
    “Don’t you dare prolong this farce.”
    “Careful. You’re losing your happy face.”
    She choked down the ravioli and pasted her smile back on. “You’re broke, aren’t you? My father invested my money, but you squandered yours. That’s why you’re doing this. No one will give you a job because you’re unreliable, and you need publicity to get back on your feet.” Although Bram still worked, he only got minorparts these days, playing morally weak characters—a cheating husband, a lecherous drunk—not even meaty villains. “You’re so desperate you have to piggyback off my press coverage.”
    “You’ve got to admit it’s working. Skip and Scooter together again.” He lifted his hand for their server, who hurried over. “We’ll have the pecan shortcake with hot fudge sauce. Two spoons.”
    When the server was gone, she leaned forward and dropped her voice even lower. “How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. I hate thee for making my childhood miserable…”
    “You were fifteen when the series started. Not exactly a kid.”
    “But Scooter was only fourteen, and I was naïve.”
    “I’ll say.”
    “I hate you for embarrassing me in front of the cast, the crew, the press, in front of everybody —with your stupid practical jokes.”
    “Who knew you’d keep falling for them?”
    “I hate you for all the hours I spent sitting around the set waiting for you.”
    “Unprofessional, I’ll admit. But you kept your nose buried in books, so you should thank me for your superior education.”
    “And for your sleazeball behavior that got us canceled and cost me millions.”
    “You? What about the millions I cost myself?”
    “At least I can feel good about that.”
    “Okay, my turn…” His smile had a silky edge. “You were a stuck-up little prude, sweetheart, and a big-time tattletale. Whenever you had the tiniest gripe, you made sure Daddy Paul ran to the producers and raised a stink. His little princess had to have everything her way.”
    Her mouth remained curled, but her eyes flashed outrage. “That is so not true.”
    “And you were a selfish actor. You always had to stick to the script, no room for improvisation. It was suffocating.” He chucked her under the chin again.
    She kicked him hard on the inside of his calf where no one could see. He winced, and she patted his hand. “You only wanted to improvise because you didn’t have your lines memorized.”
    “Whenever I tried to push the show out of its comfort zone, you sabotaged me.”
    “Disagreement isn’t sabotage.”
    “You trashed me in the press.”
    “Only after your sex tape!”
    “Some sex tape. I had my clothes on.”
    “She didn’t!” Georgie reinforced her own slipping smile. “Say what you really mean. You hated that I made more money than you and that I had more star power.”
    “Oh, yes. How could I forget your memorable turn on Broadway as Annie ?”
    “While you were ditching school and hanging out on street corners.” She propped her chin on the back of her hand. “Did you ever get that high school diploma?”
    “Well, well…Isn’t this interesting?”
    They’d been so absorbed in their argument, they hadn’t noticed the tall, cool blonde approaching their table. Rory Keene, with her classic French twist and long, patrician features, looked more like an East