Blythe laughed. “Blythe and Abby—Blabby.”
Abby groaned. She knew people created cutesy names for couples, but Blabby was horrendous, yet Blythe didn’t seem to mind, so Abby smiled and nodded.
“Why don’t you get some sleep? We’ve got a big day tomorrow, so you need to be well rested.” Blythe nodded toward the computer. “I’d like to finish my edits, so we have plenty of content to trickle out.”
“Uh, okay.” While Abby was relieved they’d not had an awkward moment, this seemed anticlimactic. “Good night.”
Blythe waved over her shoulder. “Night.”
CHAPTER 15
A blurry-eyed Blythe stumbledtoward the kitchen. She’d stayed up way too late responding to all the comments on the videos she’d posted last night. Abby’s arrival was a hit. Most everyone thought they made a cute couple. Of course, a few haters said they’d burn in hell for their sins.
Blythe used to block people like that until she realized that any engagement, be it positive or negative, would trigger the algorithms. Now she’d egg them on, upping the chance the post would go viral. Haters were now her friends. She just needed to convince Abby it was okay since Abby still blocked negative people.
As she approached the kitchen, the scent of coffee and bacon quickened her step. Ricki’s unmistakable laugh filled the air, followed by a chuckle that must have been Abby’s. Abby’s demeanor was more serious, and she wasn’t quick to laugh, but Blythe hoped that would change this weekend.
Their days were packed since Blythe wanted to get video at the most iconic spots in Chicago. Sleeping in, she’d already put them behind schedule, so they’d have to scratch something from their list.
“Hello, sleepyhead,” Ricki said from the stove where bacon sizzled in the pan. “We were about to wake you up.”
“Morning,” Blythe mumbled to Ricki before making a beeline to Abby. She bent and kissed her on top of the head. “And good morning to you, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”
“Surprisingly well,” Abby answered. “I struggle sleeping in unfamiliar places, but I was out like a light.”
Blythe squeezed Abby’s shoulder and studied her face. Abby looked rested, which would film well. Hopefully, Blythe wouldn’t have bags under her eyes.
“Are you ready for us to show you around the city?” Blythe asked.
“After breakfast.” Ricki held up the bacon she was removing from the pan.
Blythe sidled over. “Whatcha cooking?”
“Scrambled eggs with a side of bacon.”
Blythe pulled the lid off the covered pan and found the fluffy scrambled eggs. She grabbed some before Ricki could stop her and shoved them in her mouth. Through her mouthful, she said, “Oh, god, you put cheese in them. My favorite.”
Ricki took the lid from her and slammed it down on the pan. “Keep your hands off, or you’re not getting any.” She motioned toward the loaf of bread sitting on the counter. “Make yourself useful and toast that.”
“You said we were having bacon and eggs. Nothing about toast.” Blythe exaggerated the whine in her voice.
“Jesus, you can’t even manage toast?”
Blythe giggled, wanting to get a rise out of Ricki.
Abby jumped to her feet. “I’ve got it.”
Ricki spun and pointed at her. “What did I tell you?”
“I’m a guest.” Abby plopped back into her seat. “She hasn’t let me do anything all morning.”
Blythe picked up the loaf of bread, pretending to struggle with the weight.
“She’s a drama queen,” Ricki said over her shoulder to Abby.
Ricki pulled the last strip of bacon from the pan and blotted the excess oil.
“Hey, why are you doing that?” Blythe pushed the lever down on the toaster. “The grease is the best part.”
