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stock in relation to the earnings of the company. What you need to know is the lower the ratio, the better the company.” Megan circled the P/E numbers in the document.
    “Why is that?” Chaz raised his glass to drink.
    “If the selling price of the stock is, say, maybe fifteen to twenty times earnings, then the company is well run, doing well, a better risk. But if the price of the stock is, say, fifty times earnings, then the company is riskier, maybe not doing as well, not making as much money as it can or should.”
    “I see. You use this number to pick stocks?”
    “It’s one reference tool I use.” She sipped her drink.
    “Good to know.” He nodded.
    “I want you to know all you can about investing. I can teach you.”
    “I’m going on location to shoot the next West of the Sun movie in a couple of weeks.”
    “You are?” She put down her pen.
    “But you can teach me by Skype .”  Chaz swallowed a healthy swig of the cool, potent liquid.
    “ Skype ?”
    “Through the computer. I can see you while you’re teaching me. I’m a very visual guy.” His gaze slid over her form.
    “I can tell,” she chuckled.
    “I’ll need something to keep my nights occupied.”
    “Oh? No cast members to keep you…uh…busy?” She raised an eyebrow.
    “There might be. Maybe I’d rather look at you while I learn something about managing money.” He took her hand.
    Megan burst out laughing, almost knocking over her drink.
    “Right. Sure. Yeah. Me over some gorgeous actress.” She eased her hand away from his. No hand holding, no PDA…keep your distance.
    “Don’t sell yourself short, Meg.”
    The waiter returned, interrupting further conversation. “Let me order for you. Do you eat beef?”
    She nodded.
    “Okay. Two churrasco Gaucho and two more Caipirinhas, please.”
    “Here,” Megan tucked one set of papers into an envelope. “After I finish another drink, I’m not sure I’ll remember what P/E is myself.”
    Chaz tucked the envelope between them on the bench. Two more drinks arrived and Megan settled back into the comfortable booth.
    Twenty questions time. “How did you get into acting?” She turned to face him.
    He shifted in the booth as if looking for a more comfortable position.
    “That’s a very boring story. Let’s talk about you.” He sat back and picked up his water glass.
    “I’m the boring one here. Come on. Some privileged childhood, then Yale School of Drama? Didn’t know what else to do with your life?”
    Chaz laughed a mirthless laugh. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Quite the opposite.”
    The waiter placed fresh drinks on the table.
    “Come on. Share.” She sipped on the new drink.
    His eyes narrowed. His face became a shuttered mask. An invisible wall sprang up between them. Crap! What have I done? Where did he go?
    ‘My life story is not public knowledge….and I like it that way.” His eyes darkened.
    “It’s me, your financial advisor. Confidentiality is my middle name.” Meg put her hand on top of his.
    “That’s what they all say. I’ve seen more careers ruined by loose lips. Never gonna happen to me.” Chaz slipped his hand out from under hers.
    The chill in the air made Megan shiver. Suddenly, Chaz was a million miles away. Nice going, Meg. Way to build confidence. “You think I’d ruin your career?”
    “Maybe not directly, but if you told someone else…celebrity gossip is too juicy not to share.” He picked up his drink.
    “I’d never break your confidence.”
    “Really? And when a friend pressures you about the real me?” He cocked an eyebrow.
    “I don’t have a lot of friends.”
    “All it takes is one.” Chaz took a healthy sip.
    “You have trust issues, don’t you?” Meg softened her tone.
    “I’m not stupid. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. I’m not about to blow it shooting my mouth off to a woman.” The heat of anger edged his voice.
    Megan jerked back as if he had slapped her across the face. “I’m sorry you