“Shit.”
Kate glanced up from the script she was studying. “Sorry, no, thanks for the edit suggestion, but you can’t say that on television.”
Beau stared at his computer screen, dismay sinking all the way up to his hips and settling like a ball of ice in his gut. He worked through the math again. It didn’t matter how much he fidgeted with the numbers, even if he promised himself he would only eat one meal a day—which was stupid and he shouldn’t have to starve to death in order to graduate from college—he was going to be short. Which wasn’t entirely unexpected; his cousin had told him as much when she’d written over fifteen thousand dollars to him. Deep in his mind, he hoped to God Lee never found out Kate had exchanged the check for a blender for Lee’s wedding. Being gay, loving a man, th
