What I Did For Love Part 1
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What I Did for Love.
by Susan Elizabeth Phillips.
Chapter 1.
The jackals swarmed her as she stepped out into the late April afternoon. When Georgie had ducked into the perfume shop on Beverly Boulevard, only three of them had been stalking her, but now there were fifteen-twenty-maybe more-a howling, feral pack loose in L.A., cameras unsheathed, ready to rip the last bit of flesh from her bones. jackals swarmed her as she stepped out into the late April afternoon. When Georgie had ducked into the perfume shop on Beverly Boulevard, only three of them had been stalking her, but now there were fifteen-twenty-maybe more-a howling, feral pack loose in L.A., cameras unsheathed, ready to rip the last bit of flesh from her bones.
Their strobes blinded her. She told herself she could handle whatever they threw at her. Hadn't she been doing exactly that for the past year? They began to shout their rude questions-too many questions, too fast, too loud, words running together until nothing made sense. One of them shoved something in her hands-a tabloid-and screamed into her ear. "This just hit the stands, Georgie. What do you have to say?"
Georgie automatically glanced down, and there on the front page of Flash Flash was a sonogram of a baby. Lance and Jade's baby. The baby that should have been hers. was a sonogram of a baby. Lance and Jade's baby. The baby that should have been hers.
All the blood rushed from her head. The strobes fired, the cameras snapped, and the back of her hand flew to her mouth. After so many months of holding it together, she lost her way, and her eyes flooded with tears.
The cameras caught everything-the hand at her mouth, the tears in her eyes. She'd finally given the jackals what they'd spent the past year preying to capture-photographs of funny, thirty-one-year-old Georgie York with her life shattered around her.
She dropped the tabloid and turned to flee, but they'd trapped her. She tried to back up, but they were behind her, in front of her, surrounding her with their hot strobes and heartless shouts. Their smell clogged her nostrils-sweat, cigarettes, acrid cologne. Someone stepped on her foot. An elbow caught her in the side. They pressed closer, stealing her air, suffocating her....
Bramwell Shepard watched the nasty scene unfold from the restaurant steps next door. He'd just emerged from lunch when the commotion broke out, and he paused at the top of the steps to take it in. He hadn't seen Georgie York in a couple of years, and then it had only been a glimpse. Now, as he watched the paparazzi attack, the old, bitter feelings returned. watched the nasty scene unfold from the restaurant steps next door. He'd just emerged from lunch when the commotion broke out, and he paused at the top of the steps to take it in. He hadn't seen Georgie York in a couple of years, and then it had only been a glimpse. Now, as he watched the paparazzi attack, the old, bitter feelings returned.
His higher position on the steps gave him a vantage point to observe the chaos. Some of the paps held their cameras over their heads; others shoved their lenses in her face. She'd been dealing with the press since she was a kid, but nothing could have prepared her for the pandemonium of this past year. Too bad there were no heroes waiting around to rescue her.
Bram had spent eight miserable years rescuing Georgie from th.o.r.n.y situations, but his days of playing gallant Skip Scofield to Georgie's s.p.u.n.ky Scooter Brown were long behind him. This time Scooter Brown could save her own a.s.s-or, more likely, wait around for Daddy to do it.
The paparazzi hadn't spotted him. He wasn't on their radar screens these days, not that he wouldn't have been if they could ever catch him in the same frame with Georgie. Skip and Scooter Skip and Scooter had been one of the most successful sitcoms in television history. Eight years on the air, eight years off, but the public hadn't forgotten, especially when it came to America's favorite good girl, Scooter Brown, as played in real life by Georgie York. had been one of the most successful sitcoms in television history. Eight years on the air, eight years off, but the public hadn't forgotten, especially when it came to America's favorite good girl, Scooter Brown, as played in real life by Georgie York.
A better man might have felt sorry for her current predicament, but he'd only worn the hero badge on-screen. His mouth twisted as he looked down at her. How's your s.p.u.n.ky, can-do att.i.tude working for you these days, Scooter? How's your s.p.u.n.ky, can-do att.i.tude working for you these days, Scooter?
Things suddenly took an uglier turn. Two of the paps got into a shoving match, and one of them b.u.mped her hard. She lost her balance and started to fall, and as she fell her head came up, and that's when she spotted him. Through the madness, the wild jockeying and crazy shoving, through the clamor and chaos, she somehow spotted him standing there barely thirty feet away. Her face registered a jolt of shock, not from the fall-she'd somehow caught herself before both knees. .h.i.t-but from the sight of him. Their eyes locked, the cameras pressed closer, and the plea for help written on her face made her look like a kid again. He stared at her-not moving-simply taking in those gumdrop-green eyes, still hopeful that one more present might be left for her beneath the Christmas tree. Then her eyes clouded, and he saw the exact moment when she realized he wasn't going to help her-that he was the same selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d he'd always been.
What the h.e.l.l did she expect? When had she ever been able to count on him for anything? Her funny girl's face twisted with contempt, and she turned her attention back to fighting off the cameras.
He belatedly realized he was missing a golden opportunity, and he started down the steps, but he'd waited too long. She'd already thrown the first punch. It wasn't a good punch, but it did the job, and a couple of the paps stepped in to form a wedge so she could get to her car. She flung herself inside and, moments later, peeled away from the curb. As she plunged erratically into the Friday-afternoon L.A. traffic, the paparazzi raced to their illegally parked black SUVs and took off after her.
If the restaurant's valet service hadn't chosen that moment to deliver his Audi, Bram would probably have dismissed the incident, but as he slid behind the wheel, his curiosity got the best of him. Where did a tabloid princess go to lick her wounds when she had no place left to hide?
The lunch he'd just sat through had been a bust, and he had nothing better to do with his time, so he decided to fall in behind the paparazzi cavalcade. Although he couldn't see her Prius, he could tell by the way the paps wove through the traffic that Georgie was driving erratically. She cut over toward Sunset. He flipped on the radio, flipped it back off, pondered his current situation. His mind began to toy with an intriguing scenario.
Eventually, the cavalcade hit the PCH heading north, and that's when it struck him. Her likely destination. He rubbed his thumb over the top of the steering wheel.
And wasn't life full of interesting coincidences...
Georgie wished she could peel off her skin and give it away. She didn't want to be Georgie York anymore. She wanted to be a person with dignity and self-respect. could peel off her skin and give it away. She didn't want to be Georgie York anymore. She wanted to be a person with dignity and self-respect.
Behind the tinted windows of her Prius, she swiped at her nose with the back of her hand. Once she'd made the world laugh. Now, despite all her efforts, she'd become the poster girl for heartbreak and humiliation. The only comfort she'd been able to take through the whole debacle of her divorce was knowing that the paparazzi's cameras had never, ever caught her without her head up. Even on the worst day of her life-the day her husband left her for Jade Gentry-Georgie had managed one of Scooter Brown's trademark grins and a goofy pinup pose for the jackals that stalked her. But today that final remnant of pride had been stolen away. And Bram Shepard had witnessed it.
Her stomach churned. She'd last seen him at a party a couple of years ago. He'd been surrounded by women-no surprise. She'd left right away.
A horn blared. She couldn't face her empty house or the public pity party that had become her life, and she found herself headed to her old friend Trevor Elliott's beach house in Malibu. Even though she'd been on the road for nearly an hour, her heart rate wouldn't slow. Little by little, she'd lost the two things that mattered the most-her husband and her pride. Three things, if she tossed in the gradual disintegration of her career. And now this. Jade Gentry was carrying the baby Georgie had yearned for.
Trevor answered the door. "Are you crazy?" He grabbed her wrist, jerked her into the cool foyer, then stuck his head back out, but his L-shaped entry offered enough privacy to s.h.i.+eld her from the paps who'd be pulling over on the shoulder of the Pacific Coast Highway.
"It's safe," she said, an ironic statement, since nothing felt safe these days.
He rubbed his hand over his shaved head. "By tonight's E! News, E! News, they'll have us married and you pregnant." they'll have us married and you pregnant."
If only, she thought as she followed him into the house.
She'd met Trevor fourteen years ago on the set of Skip and Scooter Skip and Scooter when he'd played Skip's dim-witted friend Harry, but he'd left his second-banana roles behind long ago to star in a series of successful gross-out comedies that were required viewing for eighteen-year-old males. Last Christmas she'd given him a T-s.h.i.+rt that read when he'd played Skip's dim-witted friend Harry, but he'd left his second-banana roles behind long ago to star in a series of successful gross-out comedies that were required viewing for eighteen-year-old males. Last Christmas she'd given him a T-s.h.i.+rt that read I BRAKE FOR FART JOKES I BRAKE FOR FART JOKES.
Although he was barely five foot eight, he had a nicely proportioned body and pleasant, slightly c.o.c.keyed features that made him perfect to play the goofy loser who still managed to come out on top. "I shouldn't have barged in," she said without meaning it.
He silenced the baseball game playing on his plasma TV, then frowned at her appearance. She knew she'd lost more weight than her naturally slender dancer's body could spare. It was heartache, not anorexia, that made her stomach rebel.
"Any reason you haven't returned my last two phone calls?" he said.
She started to take off her sungla.s.ses, then thought better of it. n.o.body wanted to see the tears of a clown, not even the clown's good friend. "Hey, I'm way too self-absorbed to care about anybody but myself."
"That's not true." His voice warmed with sympathy. "You look like you could use a drink."
"There's not enough alcohol in the world...But, yes."
"I don't hear any helicopters. Go sit on the deck. I'll make margaritas."
As he disappeared into the kitchen, she finally slipped off her sungla.s.ses and forced herself across the speckled terrazzo floor to the powder room so she could repair the damage from the paps' attack.
With her weight loss, her round face had begun collapsing under her cheekbones, and her big eyes would have eaten up her face if her mouth weren't so wide. She shoved a lock of her stick-straight, cherry-cola hair behind her ear. In an attempt to lift her spirits and soften the new hard edges of her face, she'd adopted a choppy update of a bowl cut, with long, feathery bangs and sides that curved around her cheeks. In her Skip and Scooter Skip and Scooter days, she'd been forced to keep her dark hair tightly permed and dyed a clownish carrot-orange because the producers wanted to capitalize on her megasuccessful run in the Broadway revival of days, she'd been forced to keep her dark hair tightly permed and dyed a clownish carrot-orange because the producers wanted to capitalize on her megasuccessful run in the Broadway revival of Annie. Annie. That humiliating hairstyle had also emphasized the contrast between her funny-girl appearance and Skip Scofield's dreamboat good looks. That humiliating hairstyle had also emphasized the contrast between her funny-girl appearance and Skip Scofield's dreamboat good looks.
She'd always had a conflicted relations.h.i.+p with her baby-doll cheeks, googly green eyes, and stretchy mouth. On the one hand, her unconventional features had brought her fame, but in a city like Hollywood, where even the supermarket checkout clerks were bombsh.e.l.ls, it had been hard not being beautiful. Not that she cared anymore. But when she'd been the wife of Lance Marks, the town's biggest action-adventure superstar, she'd definitely cared.
Exhaustion crept through her. She hadn't taken a dance cla.s.s in six months-she could barely get out of bed.
She repaired the damage to her eye makeup as best she could, then returned to the living room. Trevor had only recently moved into the house he'd decorated with amoeba-shaped midcentury furniture. He must have been taking a trip down memory lane because a book lay open on the coffee table, a history of the American television sitcom. The original Skip and Scooter Skip and Scooter cast photo stared back at her. She looked away. cast photo stared back at her. She looked away.
On the deck, white stucco planters filled with tall greenery provided a measure of privacy from any gapers walking the beach. She kicked off her sandals and slumped into an aqua-and-brown-striped chaise. The ocean stretched beyond the white tubular railing. A few surfers had paddled just past the break line, but the sea was too calm today for a decent ride, and their surfboards bobbed on the water like fetuses floating in amniotic fluid.
A surge of pain stole her breath. She and Lance had been the fairy-tale couple. He was the macho prince who'd seen through her ugly-duckling exterior to the beautiful soul beneath. She was the adoring wife who'd given him the steadfast love he needed. During their two-year courts.h.i.+p and one-year marriage, the tabloids had followed them everywhere, but she still hadn't been prepared for the frenzy that had erupted when Lance had left her for Jade Gentry.
In private, she lay in bed, barely able to move. In public, she kept a smile plastered on her face. But no matter how high she held her head, the pity stories only grew worse.
The tabloids screamed: Brave Georgie's Heartbreak Valiant Georgie Suicidal as Lance Declares, "I never knew real love until I met Jade Gentry"
Georgie Wasting Away! Friends Fear for Her Life
Even though Lance had a much more successful film career, she was still Scooter Brown, America's sweetheart, and the tide of public sentiment turned against him for abandoning such a beloved television icon. Lance launched his own counterattack. "Unnamed sources say that Lance desperately wanted children, but Georgie was too busy with her career to take time out for a family." "Unnamed sources say that Lance desperately wanted children, but Georgie was too busy with her career to take time out for a family."
She'd never forgive him for that lie.
Trevor came out on the deck balancing a white leather tray with margarita gla.s.ses and a matching pitcher. He gallantly ignored the tears trickling from beneath her sungla.s.ses. "The bar is officially open."
"Thanks, pal." She took the frosty margarita from him and swiped at her cheeks as he turned away to set the tray on the white patio table. She couldn't talk to him about the sonogram. Even her best friends didn't realize how much having a baby meant to her. That pain had been a secret one. A secret today's photos would expose to the world.
"We wrapped Cake Walk Cake Walk last Friday," she said. "Another bomb." She couldn't afford three box-office flops in a row, and that's what she'd have once last Friday," she said. "Another bomb." She couldn't afford three box-office flops in a row, and that's what she'd have once Cake Walk Cake Walk was released. She set her drink on the deck without tasting it. "Dad's really upset about this six-month vacation I'm taking." was released. She set her drink on the deck without tasting it. "Dad's really upset about this six-month vacation I'm taking."
He sank into a molded plastic tulip chair. "You've been working practically since you came out of the womb. Paul needs to cut you some slack."
"Yeah, that'll happen all right."
"You know the way I feel about how he pushes you. I'm not saying another word."
"Don't." She was already too familiar with Trev's generally accurate opinion of her difficult relations.h.i.+p with her father. She wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them tight to her stomach. "Divert me with some good gossip."
"My costar gets crazier every day. If I even think about doing another film with that woman, kill me." He adjusted his chair so his shaved head was in the shade. "Did you know she and Bram used to date?"
Her stomach clenched. "Birds of a feather."
"He's house-sitting-"
She held up her hand. "Stop. I can't talk about Bramwell Shepard. Especially not today." Bram would have watched her get trampled to death this afternoon and never lost the smile on his face. G.o.d, she hated him, even after all these years.
Trev mercifully changed the subject without questioning her. "You saw last week's USA Today USA Today poll, right? Favorite sitcom heroines? Scooter Brown came in third after Lucy and Mary Tyler Moore. You even beat out Barbara Eden." poll, right? Favorite sitcom heroines? Scooter Brown came in third after Lucy and Mary Tyler Moore. You even beat out Barbara Eden."
She'd seen the poll and couldn't bring herself to care. "I hate Scooter Brown."
"You're the only one who does. She's an icon. It's anti-American not to love her."
"The series has been off the air for eight years. Why can't everybody let it go?"
"Maybe those perpetual reruns blasting out all over the globe have something to do with it?"
She pushed her sungla.s.ses on top of her head. "I was a kid when the show started, only fifteen. And barely twenty-three when it ended."
He took in her red eyes but didn't comment on them. "Scooter Brown is ageless. Every woman's best friend. Every man's favorite virgin."
"But I'm not Scooter Brown. I'm Georgie York. My life belongs to me, not to the world."
"Good luck with that."
She couldn't let herself do this any longer. Perpetually reacting to external forces. Unable to set her own counterforces in motion. Always acted upon. Never acting. She drew her knees closer and studied the rainbows she'd asked her manicurist to paint on her toenails in the vain hope of cheering herself up. If she didn't do this now, she never would. "Trev, what would you think about you and me having a little-a big big romance?" romance?"
"Romance?"
"The two of us." She couldn't look at him, and she kept her eyes on the rainbows. "Falling very publicly in love. And...maybe-" She pushed out the words. "Trev, I've been thinking about this for a long time...I know you're going to think it's crazy. It is is crazy. But...If you don't hate the idea, I was thinking...we should at least consider the possibility of...getting married." crazy. But...If you don't hate the idea, I was thinking...we should at least consider the possibility of...getting married."
"Married?" Trevor's feet hit the deck. Trevor's feet hit the deck.
He was one of her dearest friends, but her cheeks burned. Still, what was one more monumentally humiliating moment in a year filled with them? She unlocked her arms from her knees. "I know I shouldn't be dumping this on you out of nowhere. And I know it's weird. Really weird. I felt that way when I first started thinking about it, but when I considered it objectively, I couldn't see a big downside."
"Georgie, I'm gay."
"You're rumored rumored to be gay." to be gay."
"I'm also really gay."
"But you're so deep in the closet hardly anybody knows." The fresh sc.r.a.pe on her ankle stung as she eased her legs over the side of the chaise. "This would finally put an end to the rumors. Face it, Trev. If the frat-boy crowd ever finds out you're playing for their team, your career is gone."
"Don't you think I know that?" He rubbed his hand over his shaved head. "Georgie, your life is a circus, and as much as I adore you, I don't want to be dragged into the center ring."
"That's the point. If you and I were together, the circus would stop." As he sat back down, she went to his side and knelt there. "Trev, just think about it. We've always gotten along. We'd be able to live our lives the way we want-without any interference from each other. Think about how much more freedom you'd have-we'd both have." She rested her cheek against his knee, just for a moment, then sat back on her heels. "You and I aren't an odd couple like Lance and I were. Trevor and Georgie are a boring match, and after the first couple of months, the press will leave us alone. We could live under the radar. You wouldn't need to keep going out with all those women you have to pretend to be interested in. You could see who you wanted. Our marriage would be the perfect cover for you." And for her, it would be a way to make the world stop its pity party. She'd have both her public dignity back and a kind of insurance policy to keep her from ever again throwing herself off an emotional cliff for a man.
"Think about it, Trev. Please." She needed to let him get used to the idea before she mentioned children. "Think how liberating it would be."
"I'm not marrying you."
"Me either." A horrifyingly familiar voice drifted across the deck. "I'd rather stop drinking."
Georgie shot to her feet and watched Bramwell Shepard saunter up the stairs from the beach. He stopped at the top, his mouth quirking with calculated amus.e.m.e.nt.
She sucked in her breath.
"Don't let me interrupt." He leaned against the rail. "This is the most interesting conversation I've eavesdropped on since Scooter and her friends debated dyeing their pubic hair. Trev, why didn't you tell me you're a fairy? Now we can't ever be seen in public together again."
Unlike Georgie, Trevor seemed relieved by the interruption, and he pointed his margarita gla.s.s in the general direction of Bram's sun-drenched head. "You fixed me up with my last boyfriend."
"I must have been wasted." Her former costar took her in. "Speaking of wasted...You look like c.r.a.p."
She had to get out of here. She glanced toward the doors that led back into the house, but a frail ember of dignity still lingered in the ashes of her self-respect, and she couldn't let him see her run. "What are you doing here?" she said. "This isn't an accident."
He nodded toward the pitcher. "You two aren't really drinking that s.h.i.+t, are you?"
"I'm sure you remember where I keep the real liquor." Trev eyed her with concern.
"Later." Bram folded his long frame onto the chaise across from the one where Georgie had been sitting. The sand clinging to his calves sparkled like tiny diamonds. The breeze frolicked in his crisp golden-bronze hair. Her stomach twisted. A beautiful debauched angel.
The image had come from an essay written by a well-known television critic not long after the debacle that had ended one of the most successful television shows in history. She still remembered.
We can imagine Bram Shepard in heaven, his face so perfect the other angels can't bring themselves to cast him out even though he's drunk up all the sacred wine, seduced the pretty virgin angels, and stolen a harp to replace the one he gambled away in a celestial poker game. We watch him endanger the entire flock by flying too close to the sun, then plunging too recklessly toward the sea. But the angel community is mesmerized by the fields of lavender in his eyes, the rays of sun weaving through his hair, so they forgive him his transgressions...until his last dangerous plunge drives them all into the muck.
Bram rested his head on the back of the chaise, a position that outlined his still-flawless profile against the sky. At thirty-three, the softer edges of his pleasure-seeking youth had hardened, making his lazy, glittering beauty even more destructive. Bronze threaded his blond hair, cynicism tainted his choirboy's lavender eyes, and mockery lurked at the corners of his perfectly symmetrical mouth.
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