Fool's Gold Collection Part 1: Chasing Perfect / Almost Perfect / Sister of the Bride / Finding Perfect

“Your ex-wife is a big star.”

“She’s a b-list star at best.”

“But beautiful and famous. I’m a regular person.”

He reached across the table and took her hand. “The whole famous thing is highly overrated, and you are definitely beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked.

“No, but thanks for the compliment.”

“I’m not that guy you see on the poster. Not anymore. Even if I got it all back, I wouldn’t want to be him.”

She didn’t look as if she believed him. “There had to be things about that life you enjoyed.”

“Sure, but been there, done that.” He squeezed her fingers. “I like you, Charity. I want to keep seeing you.”

“I want that, too.”

“Then we have a plan.” He pretended worry. “It includes sex, right?”

She smiled. “If you’re lucky.”

“I’m always lucky. Didn’t they tell you?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“THIS IS BERNICE JACKSON,” Robert said at the next city council meeting.

The tall, pretty redhead grimaced as she stood. “Bernie, please. Bad enough to be an accountant, but an accountant named Bernice? I don’t think so.”

Charity smiled. Gladys leaned toward her.

“Figures,” the older woman muttered. “How many forensic accountants out there in the world are men? I’d say most of them. But do we hire a good-looking guy? Of course not.”

“If you think that then you shouldn’t care that there isn’t another man moving to town,” Charity said, doing her best not to smile. “However temporarily.”

“You’re pretty smart,” Gladys conceded.

“Thank you.”

Bernie pulled out a folder and opened it. “According to my preliminary investigation, cross-referencing the information the state sent, there are multiple checks missing.” She looked up. “The total we’re talking about is close to one and a half million dollars.”

Charity sat up straighter. “That much?” she breathed.

Marsha paled. “How did this happen? How can there be that much missing?”

“I’m going to find that out,” Bernie promised. “I have some paperwork to discuss first. You’ll want to look over my non-disclosure agreement. It says that I won’t talk about this case unless subpoenaed. My goal is to protect my clients. I suggest you have the city attorney look at it before anyone signs it.”

Charity watched Marsha nod, as if she approved of what Bernie was saying. Charity found herself liking the attractive accountant, even as Gladys scowled at her for not being a man.

When the meeting broke up, Charity lingered to check the schedule for the room. She had a few meetings coming up and preferred to use this conference room for her presentations. When she had confirmed the times were open, she turned and was surprised to see Robert waiting for her.

“Bernie seems great,” she said. “Very efficient.”

“She has a good reputation. She’ll find out what’s going on.” He frowned. “The sooner the better for me.”

There was something in his tone. She moved toward him. “You don’t think people are assuming it’s you, do you?”

“I’m the treasurer. I have access to all the money coming in. My office processes the checks. If not me, then one of my staff. I don’t like how it looks. I would never do anything like that, but not everyone will believe that.”

“The important people will,” she told him.

Robert shrugged, then looked at her. “It’s Josh, isn’t it?”

The unexpected question made her stiffen. She hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“I saw the two of you at dinner,” he continued. “You looked…cozy.”

“We’re, ah, friends,” she began.

“I’m not surprised. Him being who he is. The rest of us don’t really stand a chance.”

There was something about the way he spoke, as if her falling for Josh was inevitable.

“It’s not because he’s famous,” she said sharply. “Josh is a really nice guy. He cares about people. He’s a lot more than his reputation.”

Robert’s mouth twisted. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“It’s true.”

“Right. I still think you’re great, Charity. When he dumps you, if you want, we can try again.”

He walked out of the room. She stared after him, her mouth hanging open.

She didn’t know which of Robert’s assumptions stunned her more. The belief that Josh would dump her—not an “if” statement, but a when. Or the assumption that the only reason she wasn’t going out with Robert was because she’d been blinded by Josh’s brilliance.

She’d already made her decision about Robert before she got involved with Josh. She’d done her best to prefer Robert.

“Pinhead,” she muttered. “Stupid, egocentric pinhead.”

Funny how Josh had all the flash, but Robert turned out to be the man lacking in substance.

Yet as she left the conference room, she found herself wondering if she was blinded by Josh. She was her mother’s daughter, after all, and Sandra had always been interested in handsome, superficial men.

Charity told herself she knew what she was doing. That Josh was more than he seemed. Still, it would be up to her to make sure she really was falling for the man rather than the persona.