“Hey, Travis,” I say, rolling my eyes at Danny.
He gives me a sympathetic grimace as I rise to my feet.
“Jackson, I’ve been doing some damage control this end. They’ve brought in a double to finish the stunt today.”
A few months ago, the prospect of not doing my own stunts would have sent my heart sinking, but today I can’t even find it in me to care.
“Great,” I say, rubbing my hand across my beard. “I don’t think I’ll be back in tomorrow either.”
Travis sighs down the phone. “Look, I didn’t want to say it but I have to ask. This story…any truth to it?”
I grind my teeth. “Rosie and I are having a baby. That’s it. There is no story.”
“Okay, okay,” Travis soothes. “I’ve already spoken with the PR team, so just say the word and we can get a statement out.”
I blow out a breath, tugging at my beard.
“I don’t think this one is going to blow over, I’ll be honest,” Travis says carefully.
“Yeah, I don’t think so either. Send me the draft but let’s get a statement out as soon as possible, please. Thanks.”
I hang up with Travis and pull up a text thread with Eric.
Me
Can you swing by this address and let me know if there’s anything weird there?
Eric
Weird how?
Me
Lurkers outside, graffiti, litter. Anything that shouldn’t be there.
Eric thumbs up the message so I slide my phone back into my pocket.
I wander back into the lounge to see Anya and Danny whispering together.
“What are you guys doing next Saturday?” Anya asks.
I raise my brows as I reclaim my seat. “Plotting revenge, why?”
Anya shifts in her seat. “Pip and Cassie are coming to London, and they want to go out.”
I look for clarification with Danny, and he shrugs with a small smile. “Cavalry are coming.”
Anya grins. “We’ll go out as a group to dinner. Show a united front.”
I consider it. A public outing with Rosie and our friends. Showing that she’s not a dirty little secret, and already has her own friendships outside of me. Could work.
Cassie especially is sure to get media attention, the girl can hardly walk out of her front door without an onslaught of paparazzi following her around. She’s the biggest name out of all of us. Her most recent tour thatlasted over a year and sold out in minutes made sure of that.
“It’s Rosie’s call.”
“What’s my call?” Rosie asks, wandering back in the room, cheeks flushed and soft from her shower.
Anya swivels on Danny’s lap. “Saturday night with the girls.”
