Jeez. Was James's preference for dark-haired women a damn law or something? "And you're a very lovely brunette."
Cary offered me his arm and I accepted it gratefully.
As we walked away, he asked me quietly, "Were they what you expected?"
"His mom, maybe. His stepdad, no." I looked back over my shoulder, taking in the elegant floor-length cream sheath dress that clung to Angelina's svelte figure.
I thought of what little I knew about James's family. "How does a boy grow up to be a businessman who takes over his father's family business?"
"Cross owns shares in Thomson Records?"
"Controlling interest."
"Hmm. Maybe it was a bailout?" he offered. "A helping hand during a trying time for the music industry?"
"Why not just give him the money?" I wondered.
"Because he's a shrewd businessman?"
