“Anywhere.”
“We talked about it. You said you wanted to work. And I want to work, too,” Cameron noted.
“Do you want to write, produce, or direct?”
“Huh? No, I want to act.”
“Francine said she could get me a directing gig this summer, but nothing else unless I want to produce or write. I’m not a writer,” Kennedy shared.
“You could produce something,” Cameron suggested. “We’ve never really talked about doing that, but we could.”
“I don’t want to produce. I mean, they gave me the producer credit on my show after season four, but I didn’t actually do anything.”
“I don’t want to produce, either. I went to drama school for a reason, you know?” Cameron said.
“Apparently, we both caused so much of that, we’re unemployable now.”
Cameron chuckled and replied, “I’m sorry. I wish I had told her to walk away and leave me alone, but I thought she mightcause a scene. She was already talking really loudly, almost as if she wanted people to overhear her.”
“She wanted to be seen linked with you, Cam. She’s one of those: famous, but not well-known before that, and if she could be seen talking to you, maybe that could take her places. If that had been all she was going after, I probably wouldn’t have reacted how I did. I just–”
“You were reallythatjealous, huh?”
Kennedy wished she could say it had been jealousy over the fact that her girlfriend was being hit on in front of her, but it hadn’t really been that. It had been a stupid territory thing. Cameron was hers, and that woman had no right to flirt with her right in front of Kennedy’s face. It had also been an anger thing, and an alcohol thing, because Kennedy had had a few. There was some jealousy there, yes, but it hadn’t beenallabout that or even mostly about it.
“Yeah,” she lied. “So, chocolate?”
“I can make you a cup, too,” Cameron offered.
“You’re the one cramping right now. I’ve got it.” Kennedy stood up after patting Cameron’s thigh. “Need the heating pad, too?”
“I’ll get it. Can you grab the Nutella too, though? Maybe with a sliced banana.”
“And strawberries?” she guessed.
“Yes,” Cameron said and smiled. “Thank you.”
Kennedy headed toward the kitchen. She didn’t mind taking care of Cameron, who never asked for much and preferred to do things for herself most of the time. Cameron had always been a good patient when sick and just about as low-maintenance as they came, and Kennedy needed that in her life because she could be, well, a little high-maintenance herself. She hated being forced to take medicine or eat when she didn’t want to.
Tonight, she would take care of her girlfriend, making sure she ate and took something for her cramps. She’d put on Cameron’s favorite show to binge-watch, and she’d scroll on her phone, checking out possible travel destinations for them. Maybe they could go to Italy. They had only been there for work once and hadn’t had any time to explore. Kennedy had been there for a premiere, and Cameron had been her beautiful date. They’d snuck out of the premiere early and, in their fancy outfits, sat outside at a restaurant, sharing bread they dipped in oil, having pizza with wine, and laughing a lot. No one had recognized them or cared that they had been there, and they’d gone back to their hotel a little tipsy, made love, and had left the following morning.
“Yeah, we could do Italy. Rome or Florence, maybe. Florence would be better, I think,” she said to herself as she made hot chocolate for Cameron, not wanting any herself.
When finished, she carried everything back to their bedroom and found Cameron under the covers, already asleep. Her period did this to her sometimes, just completely knocked her out with exhaustion. Kennedy didn’t want the food to go to waste, though, so she sat in bed and ate it all before going to sleep herself.
CHAPTER 7
Lacey
“I can’t do Saturday, I’m afraid. But I can do Monday,” Lacey said into her phone, which she had on speaker.
“I can’t on Monday. What about Wednesday?” her client asked.
Lacey scrolled to the following Wednesday in her calendar app and said, “I can do after three.”
“I can’t do anything after three,” the woman told her. “What about Thursday?”
She scrolled again and said, “I can do noon or one. I’m booked other than that.”
