Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(108)

James laughed. "He's a very famous tennis player. I just assumed that you knew who he was. He's highly recognizable. I'll never stop loving the fact that you're completely unimpressed with celebrities."

I shrugged, thinking that it wasn't so much about not being impressed as it was about not keeping up with current affairs.

"I hope you're happy, James. Jolene and I have split up because of your porno," Scott began loudly the second he was within earshot. It was a bad start to the conversation, and I couldn't miss the fact that the entire room got quiet as they tried to overhear the two famous men having it out.

James stepped a little in front of me in an instinctive protective gesture. I didn't imagine that I was in any danger from anything but words, though, with our security out in force for the event.

"That doesn't make me happy, Scott, though I do think you can do better than a woman who's only interested in your money, and likely isn't even capable of fidelity. There's no reason why that video should have ended your relationship. That was taken at least three years ago, before you were even seeing each other."

Scott chewed on his lip, studying James intently. "You knew about that thing for three years, and never bothered to tell me?"

"No. I didn't know about it until a few weeks ago. That was taped without my knowledge. I never would have consented to it. No one in my position ever would."

"Well, it doesn't matter. I couldn't stay married to a woman that the world has seen having sex with you. A woman who released a sex tape of herself with another man while married to me."

"If it's any help, I don't believe that she had anything to do with the tape being released. She had nothing to gain from it, and everything to lose. All that video did was burn all of her bridges. Jolene is much too pragmatic to do something so emotional, and with nothing to gain."

Scott eyed him with suspicion. "Who else could it have been?"

"I don't know yet, but I am determined to find out. Would you like me to let you know when I have answers? Would that help?"

Scott nodded. "It's tearing me up, and I know you don't understand it, but I'm finding it impossible to just let her go. Knowing that she isn't still so hung up on you that she would do something like that just for spite would help. I think that the idea that she would release it, not caring if it ended us, is what bothers me the most."

"There's no accounting for taste, but I can well understand being obsessed with a woman and not being able to let it go, Scott. I wish you the best. Perhaps she's changed."

"I know she's no angel, but I like what she is. If I could only get her to care for me, as I do for her, I think that we could have a good marriage."

I couldn't see his face, but I clearly saw James shrug from behind.

"I'm not sure it works that way, but I do know that people are capable of changing, and I hope for your sake that she'll change for you. I wish you nothing but the best, Scott. I always have."

Scott hesitated for another moment, looking unsure, before finally nodding. "I think I know that. I guess I have all along. It was just easier to blame you, yanno? Let me know if you find out anything." He was walking away before he'd even finished talking, his words trailing to us as he moved away.

It seemed to me that Scott could have apologized, being that he'd admitted that he'd been wrong about James, but I didn't say anything. Friendships could be complicated things, and I wouldn't dream of stepping in when I didn't understand theirs.



       
         
       
        

I did think that Scott and Jolene might just deserve each other, but I kept that thought to myself, as well.

I was happy when the next familiar faces we saw were friendly ones. Both Sophia and Parker embraced me warmly, gushing about the engagement. I flushed in pleasure, and if I was honest, a touch of trepidation. Some part of me screamed that this was all too much too fast every time I was reminded of what I'd agreed to.

"Have you hired a wedding planner? Do you know the venue?" Sophia asked, beaming at me.

I thought she was adorable, with her blonde curls and her enthusiasm, but her question intimidated the hell out of me.

"No," I said finally. "I haven't even thought about it."

Sophia seemed to sense my discomfiture. She touched my shoulder lightly. "There's no rush. And you can have any size wedding you want. Just be sure to invite us."

I nodded, my mind going a little blank at the thought of planning a wedding. "Of course. Small or large, you'll certainly be on the guest list. I can't say the same thing for your sister-in-law."