When I reached the table, she stood and almost reached to kiss my cheek, but didn't and sat back down in the small wooden chair. "Well, this is..., Jesus. I don't know what to say to you," I said.
"Neither do I. it's been a long time and now you know about Milly..."
Adrenaline threatened to take over, and I felt my temper rise, "Why the hell didn't you contact me? You could have reached me through my management. It's not as if I've been invisible this past couple of years."
"And have Milly read the headlines ten years down the line that her Mom had a threesome, and she was the result of that? That her Mom could be branded as a slut, and a gold-digging whore who trapped a rock star? I don't think so, Flynn. Do you?"
"Is that what you think? You think that I would allow people to say that? Or I'd have denied what we did?"
By the scowling expression on her face, that's exactly what she thought.