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“Right. So I guess, what I’m trying to say is…”
I cannot wait to hear where this is going.
He wasn’t sure where he was going.
Shocker.
But he could see an opening there, something about girls—women—he liked and bloody noses.
No, stop.
A segue. Something sweet and funny and—
“Tell me she just changed her dress,” Daphne said. “Or used a corsage to cover up the stain. Or that she went with it, blood and all, a funny story to tell.”
He shook his head. “She freaked out. She said she’d only agreed to go out with me because the guy she really liked asked someone else, and she wanted to make him jealous, and how could she do that with blood on her dress.”
“I hate her.”
There! The door is open. Jump. Fast. Jump now.
Chris did jump… because the moment he went to say something, his phone buzzed.
He would have ignored the interruption. But after their fall, the phone was halfway out of his pocket, and the vibration sent it tumbling out.
He still intended to ignore it. But Daphne reached to pick his phone up for him, and as she did, she froze.
“Is that our Lawrence?”
Our Lawrence?
Shit. Daphne’s agent.
Nia had set up a fake number for Zane, which forwarded texts to Daphne and calls to Chris. First, though, calls diverted through a voicemail service that asked the caller to leave a message and press 1 only if it was urgent.
Lawrence knew Zane hated talking by phone, so he emailed. Now Lawrence was calling… after pressing 1 for urgent. Daphne stared down at his phone, panic on her face.
“Do I…?” Chris began.
“Yes!”
She shoved the phone at him, and he hit Talk.
“Zane Remington speaking,” he said.
“Hey, Zane, it’s Lawrence. I hate to call but you haven’t answered my email, and it really is urgent.”
Email? That would go to Daphne. He glanced at her, but she couldn’t hear Lawrence, and he wasn’t sure about putting him on speaker.
“Ah,” Chris said. “No, I haven’t been checking my mail. The film crew kept me very busy.”
Daphne’s wince told him she hadn’t been checking it.
“Let me go read it,” Chris said. “I’ll get back to you—”
“It’s about the tour.”
“All right. I’ll read—”
