them, Vince had no choice but to do everything he could to keep his father from self destructing. “He’s had too much to drink and needs to go home.” “Do you want to divide and conquer then?” They’d come tonight at Geoff’s insistence. The after party for the film launch opened them up to schmoozing with financial backers, actors, and the sort of crowd Geoff gravitated toward. Vince had intended to stay for a round or two, then bow out and head home for a run. But once his dad got drinking, Vince couldn’t trust him not to make a mess of things. When Geoff reached over and put his hand on the girl’s ass, Vince stiffened. “Yup.” “I’ll get the girl out of there and you deal with your dad.” Nate nodded and was already moving before Vince could find a place for his drink. “Nate! Wait.” Vince carefully sidestepped a couple before striding quickly across the bar to his father. “Mr. Taylor, Vince needed to speak with you.” Nate winked at the young woman. “Hello, beautiful. I’ve been dying to dance all night. Interested? Or maybe we can have a drink?” The look of relief on her face was so obvious it was painful. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Before his father could protest, Vince put a hand on his shoulder and led him in the opposite direction, toward the bar. “I think it’s time to get you home.” “Little bastard. I was about to make my move.” But Geoff didn’t fight it when Vince started to move him toward the back of the bar. With his arm around his dad, Vince waited until a group passed them before leaning close to his ear. “You know better than to corner a woman like that. Your therapist—” “Is a fucking asshole. He doesn’t know anything. I wasn’t pressuring her to do something.” “It didn’t look like that from where I was standing.” Vince released his dad and took a step away. He was going to punch him if he didn’t get him home soon. “I’m going to call the car.” Geoff waved him away. “Not yet. I haven’t seen Simon. He was supposed to be up for the film festival. I need to see him.” Vince’s chest tightened. His father and Simon Berry had been at odds for over a decade now. Their strange back and forth had caused Vince more grief both personally and professionally than anything else in his life. “I’m sure he’s around somewhere. You can always email him later.” “I don’t think you understand.” Geoff leaned in, the strong scent of alcohol washing over Vince. “He’s going to buy GreenPro.”
It’s only a matter of time until he violates his vow to never, ever fall in love . . .