Sarah doesn’t reply. Something across the room has grabbed her attention. I glance across the room. Oh. Correction.Someonehas grabbed Sarah’s attention. Oh my, that’s quite a look Jonas is giving Sarah right now—it’s downright primal.
“I’ll send those questions to you as soon as I can, Kitty Kat,” Sarah says absently, not taking her eyes off her smoldering boyfriend. “Something tells me my hunky monkey boyfriend is gonna distract me from writing those questions for you for at least the next few hours.”
Twenty-Nine
Josh
My phone beeps with an incoming text, waking me from a dead sleep. Jesus. Is it night or day? My body clock is totally fucked up.
I grab my phone and check the screen with one eye. Shit.Jennifer LeMonde.
“Hey, Josh,” Jen’s text says. “I’m still waiting on that phone call you promised me. I’m available now.”
Fuck. When I sprinted back into Reed’s suite the other night to grab my clothes and Kat’s stuff, I practically bowled Jen over.
“Did you really say all that stuff about me?” Jen asked, marching behind me in a huff as I grabbed my clothes off a nearby lounge chair. “You think I’m an ‘airhead’?”
“No, I don’t think you’re an airhead,” I said, even though I think she’s an airhead. “I’m sorry, Jen,” I continued. “I’d love to explain everything to you, but I’ve gotta run right now. I’ll call you later. I never called you an airhead, I swear. Kat put words into my mouth.”
“Wait,” Jen said as I gathered my clothes up, frantic about where Kat might have stumbled off to with no shoes, purse or phone, wandering around all by herself in a fucking casino at the break of dawn. “I need to talk to you.”
“I’ll call you later, Jen. I promise,” I said. “But right now I gotta go.”
“Do you promise to call me?” Jen asked.
“Yeah.”
And then I promptly didn’t call her. Because I’ve been busy. And obsessed with Kat. And because... I’m... a dick.
Fuck.
I press the button to place a call to Jen, despite the fact that every fiber in my body revolts against the idea.
She picks up immediately. “Hi,” Jen says stiffly. “So nice to finally hear from you.”
“Hi, Jen,” I say. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. I’ve been really busy.”
“Mmm hmm. You still in Vegas?”
“Yeah. You?”
“I’m at the airport now. Heading to New York. My mom’s got a show opening tomorrow night.”
“You mean on Broadway?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know your mom did live theatre.”
“She doesn’t. This is her first time. She’s shitting a brick.”
“Well, I hope she breaks a leg. How was the RCR concert the other night?”
“Great.” She exhales. “So did you say all that stuff about me or not?”
“No.”
“None of it?”
