“It’s Rod to the core,” I smile. “Even at sixteen, he was bad to the bone. He still walks around with the same,‘Don’t fuck with me’attitude.”
“What about your arm?” Zoe’s eyes drop to my tattoos. “How did Rod—” Zoe’s eyes shift above my head and her jaw drops.
“What?” I ask.
“Holy Jesus!”
“What is it?” I press.
“Oh. My. God! Oh. My. God! Oh. My. God!”
“What is it?” I repeat.
“Did Collin Dennison just walk into the Griddle Café?”
I turn around.
“Oh yeah, that’s him,” I confirm.
My head whips around when Zoe digs her fingernails into my arm.
“Ouch!” I squeal.
“Sorry. I’m a little excited.” No kidding. “You know Collin Dennison?” Her eyes practically bulge out of her skull.
“Rod and his business partner know him well. So do his former bandmates. I’ve seen Collin at a number of parties.”
“Why isn’t he coming over to say hi?”
“I doubt he recognizes me. He’s only seen me with jet-black hair.”
“Call him over.”
“Zoe, maybe the guy just wants to eat alone.”
“Point taken.” Her eyes are still glued on Collin. “I’d give an organ to be able to oil that man’s body in preparation for a photoshoot.” She’s eyeing the actor-slash-fitness-model with such a sense of longing, you can practically read her dirty thoughts. “Maybe he’s in the market for a new makeup artist.”
“I think he has that covered.”
“Hmmm,” she says absentmindedly.
She taps her index finger against her chin and narrows her gaze.
The wheels are churning hard.
“Do you need a bib? You’re drooling,” I say.
“With good reason.” Just like Rod, Collin Dennison doesn’t just walk into a room. He causes a commotion. “Can you imagine being kissed and manhandled by arealman like him?”
Not sure about the manhandled part, but I can definitely imagine the kissing part.
“Collin is very handsome.”
“Are you into him?” She almost looks offended.
“God, no. He’s a bit much for me,” I say.
“Right up my alley!”
