had never been so angry as the day she found out that Reed had bought a house on Snob Hill. He had money for houses, for fancy cars, for whatever he wanted. Not just what he needed, but wanted. Any little thing—especially coming back to Glory and showing everyone he’d succeeded even when the world had been against him.
Well, that was just lovely for him, but what about his daughter? What about Crystal?
And what about herself?
Gina didn’t begrudge him his success and she didn’t want a handout. She was more than happy to work for everything she had, but it wasn’t fair that she was back to waiting tables, working as an EMT and trying to get through premed, all while raising his daughter with no help from him.
If he didn’t want to know the beautiful girl his daughter was, fine. But helping pay for her education, for her food and the clothes on her back was his responsibility, too, not Gina’s alone. She’d be damned if she’d let him waltz back into town and lord his money and success over everyone while Gina went without so Amanda Jane could have the things she needed—let alone anything she just wanted.
It was wrong that when they went to the store Amanda Jane never asked for anything. That when she made her Christmas list she put things on it like school supplies for Gina. It was kind, yes. She had a large heart, but Amanda Jane had gotten to know nothing of being a child. Even when she played on the swings, it was done with the grim determination of a chore. Something she was supposed to do.
All because she’d had a mother who loved her high more than her daughter and Reed couldn’t be bothered to be a father.
That thought sat cold and false in her mind. Even though she’d seen the proof in his absence, she’d never thought he’d be that way. In fact, when she’d played pretend in her head, she was the sister he’d fallen for, and he was always a wonderful dad.
But in those pretend schemes, he’d never been a junkie, either. Not that he was now; he was clean and sober.
Damn him, anyway.
Why did he have to be so handsome?
Why did he have to come back?
Why did he have to be Amanda Jane’s father?
She supposed if she were going to get stuck on that endless loop, she could ask the universe a lot of questions. Why did her mother have to die... It was what it was and the only thing she had control over was the here and now.
Sort of. She had control of her actions. That was it.
Judge Gunderson’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. “Before I officially hear this case—” she peered down at them meaningfully, her presence heavy in the small room “—I want to offer you both a solution that has been suggested to me by concerned parties.”
Concerned parties? That would equal one Maudine Townsend. Gina forced herself to keep her eyes forward on the judge and not glaring at her grandmother.
She loved the woman.
She admired her.
Couldn’t live without her.
But she liked to meddle where she oughtn’t.
“Consider giving the child the stability and permanence marriage will provide.”
Maybe the judge was her grandmother’s best friend, but damn it.
“I object,” Gina said.
“Shh!” Emma and her grandmother said at the same time.
“Of course you do.” Judge Gunderson addressed her. “I wouldn’t want to marry a man I didn’t love, either. But you could do it for Amanda Jane.”
Reed’s gaze was hot on her, as if she’d just come into the sight of some heat-seeking missile. Well, she wasn’t going to look at him and give him the satisfaction.
“So my client is good enough to provide for you, but not good enough to marry? Noted,” the shark replied.
“Young man,” Helga Gunderson began as she turned her chilly stare on him. “Maybe your theatrics are appreciated in other courts. But you are in my courtroom. Being a smart aleck isn’t going to win you any favors.”
The shark grinned, not at all put off by her words. “Yes, ma’am.” He was almost handsome, that predator in a suit, with his boyish grin.
“And, Miss Grimes, please remind your client that she isn’t the one who gets to object.” Helga looked at them both pointedly.
“Yes, ma’am.” Emma nudged her under the table like she had those years ago in study hall.
And her grandmother pinched her on the other side.
“You don’t get to object, either. Stop it,” she grumbled under her breath at the woman who looked more pleased with herself than she should.
“Miss Grimes, Mr. James, confer with your clients.”
Emma leaned over. “It costs us nothing to say you’ll consider it. In fact, it could gain us some leverage if we have to appeal. You look agreeable and motivated to do what’s best for Amanda Jane.”
She snuck a glance at Reed and felt as if she was in high school all over again. She didn’t want to be the one to put herself out there. To say yes before he did. It was like admitting she didn’t think boys had cooties in the fourth grade. That was so stupid.
“You need every advantage you can get here. He’s her father. Crystal may have wanted you to have custody, but legally—” Emma whispered.
“Okay, fine.” Oh, God, could Reed really take Amanda Jane away from her? She’d never actually believed that could happen, but sitting here in the courtroom now, it was a sword of Damocles hanging over her head. He had more money, more advantages and no matter what Judge Gunderson’s ruling was, Reed could appeal it forever.
Emma straightened and nodded to the judge.
Reed’s eyes were on her again; she didn’t need to look at him to know that he was the one who watched her. It was almost as if he was trying to see what was under her skin. Or maybe he was just trying to look through her and pretend she wasn’t there.
“What about you, Mr. James? Your client’s answer?”
“We agree to consider it.”
Consider it. Marrying Reed Hollingsworth? That was just insane. The idea crashed into her, bruising her in places she didn’t know were still sore.
He was “considering” it. As if he would deign to look down from the castle he’d built for himself and still found her lacking.
She snuck a glance at him and he was still watching her, his blue eyes sharp as blades slicing her to ribbons.
But Gina refused to look away, refused to back down. She’d fight for Amanda Jane with every breath in her body.
“If you decide to go forward, I want a prenup on my desk before next week. If not, we’ll
