Rick Redsell finally met her gaze. He’d been staring at Kelner, pretending to scrutinize the attorney’s every word. Without his lawyer speaking, there was no choice but for Rick to face the girl he’d seduced after she’d been rejected by his famous director client for an unconvincing sexual simulation that they’d all known had, later, gone far beyond “acting.” He’d consoled and complimented her the evening following that fateful night. He’d even told off Nate for letting things go too far. Rick had won her over by acting as her knight in shining armor.

She should have known that no man could be honorable and still entertain a friend who so easily used his position to take advantage of women. But she’d let her ego be soothed by Rick’s attention and flattered by his success. And, as much as she was ashamed to admit it, the fact that he’d been a big-time agent and, therefore, capable of boosting her career hadn’t exactly hurt.

“That’s why your wife hired the forensic accountant, right?” Tonya asked. “You’re getting divorced.”

Rick grabbed his right side, as if he had a cramp by his ribs. He took a shallow breath. “Does it matter?”

“Did she catch you having an affair?” Tonya asked.

Rick glanced at his attorney. Kelner averted his eyes to the papers in front of him, perhaps embarrassed by his client. Though the guy was being paid to cover up Rick’s transgressions, he had to pity Mrs. Redsell. In retrospect, even Tonya felt bad for Rick’s wife, though she’d conveniently ignored any such sympathies when she’d been falling for her husband.

“We’re going our separate ways.” Rick leaned back into the plush chair in front of his attorney’s heavy desk. “The kids are grown, so there’s little point pretending anymore.”

Tonya dug her fingernails into the fabric arms of her own chair. If there was no point in lying, then why had he allowed his wife to close the account? Why hadn’t he immediately wired money so that she and Layla could remain in their apartment?

Rick seemed to sense her questions before she asked them. He gestured to Kelner. “Earlier, I was under the impression that my relationship with my wife, though not really much of a marriage, was salvageable. But as I now understand it, she’d hired a private investigator and was already looking into the finances. She had pictures of me…” Rick trailed off with a shrug. “Anyway. It doesn’t matter. I have a girlfriend. She knows. I’m moving on.”