it, she was obsessed with and fantasized about Mr. Corrigan. How she could be a star if only she married him.”
“What will she be charged with?” Scarlett asked.
“Nothing. She’s dead,” Detective Sanderson revealed. “She died on the operating table from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.”
Neither Scarlett nor Cassie said anything but the glance they exchanged said both women were glad. The stalker’s death meant no trial that might drag on for weeks as the media circus tightened about them. Also left unsaid was the woman got exactly what she deserved.
“Because of that, we only have a few questions, Mr. Corrigan, before we file our report. Could you walk us through what happened, if you’re up to it?”
Rhett agreed and gave his version, which Scarlett knew coincided with what she’d learned from Dash. The detectives thanked Rhett for his time and wished him a speedy recovery.
After they left, Cassie told Scarlett, “I’m staying with Rhett tonight. Give everyone the report and remind them Rhett is cleared for visitors tomorrow, a few at a time.” She took her husband’s hand and lifted it to her lips, placing a tender kiss on his knuckles. “Right now, he needs rest.”
“I’ll bring the kids home and stay with them,” Scarlett offered. “I think, though, it would help if Rhett FaceTimed with them once we get home. They must’ve been scared out of their minds seeing him like that.”
“That’s a good idea,” Cassie said, glancing at Rhett. His eyes were already closed. “I’ll wake him up when you call so he can tell them goodnight.” She climbed into the bed and curled up next to her husband, her head resting on his shoulder.
Scarlett decided she would wait until she’d talked to HR at Lymon McGraw and secured time off before she told Cassie that she’d be on deck to help. She bent and kissed Rhett’s forehead and then left the room, pulling off the mask and discarding the paper gown that covered her clothes.
Heading back to the waiting room, it hit her that tomorrow morning she was supposed to accompany Wynn to Rylon Pictures to sign the new contracts.
CHAPTER 15
Wynn watched Scarlett go, wishing there was more he could do to comfort her. At least Rhett was out of surgery and his prognosis seemed good.
Keely came and sat next to him. “I know you’re only a few days into your relationship with Scarlett but her asking you to stay is a huge deal,” she revealed. “Nadine use to say that Scarlett’s first sentence was ‘Do it self.’ She’s used to being on her own and handling everything. She’ll throw herself into helping Rhett and Cassie in any way she can. I wanted to warn you that might mean pushing you away. Don’t let her.”
He appreciated hearing Keely’s advice. “Good to know.”
“We’ve been friends a long time. She’s a lovely woman and would give you the shirt off her back. All I’m saying is hang in there, Wynn. Be persistent if you care about her.”
His gaze met Keely’s. “I plan to marry her,” he said, his voice laced with determination.
Keely’s jaw dropped and then a brilliant smile appeared. She hugged him.
“I suppose Scarlett doesn’t know about this.”
He grinned. “Nope. I don’t want to scare her off. She’s going to have to figure out on her own that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to her.” He paused. “That came out pretty arrogant.”
“No. Not at all. You’re a man who knows what he wants.”
“I do,” he agreed. “I don’t care how long Operation Wynn Her Over takes. Scarlett’s worth the wait.”
Breck O’Dell rushed into the waiting room. “What’s going on?” he demanded, as a woman appeared behind him.
Wynn immediately recognized Jo O’Dell. He’d watched all of her comedy cable specials and laughed until his sides ached. The comedian was quick-witted and found nothing off-limits as she gave everyone from the president to soccer moms a swift tongue-lashing laced with humor.
“Rhett’s out of surgery,” Sydney said. “The doctors say it went well, though it sounds as if rehab is going to be extremely tough. Cassie, Scarlett, and Carreen are with him now.”
Breck looked at Dash. “Tell me everything.”
Wynn listened as Dash walked Breck through the incident. As he spoke, Jo dropped a good number of F-bombs.
When Dash finished, Jo asked, “Where is this stalker chick?”
“They brought her here,” Sydney said, anger obvious in her voice. “We don’t know what’s happened to her.”
“I hope she’s dead and burning in hell,” Jo said, falling into the seat next to Wynn. She