“I don’t think Darren would agree,” I pointed out since his husband probably wasn’t big on how often Hank had to drag his ass out of bed in the middle of the night to get my drunk ass home safely.
He scoffed. “Our offer on that house in Encino was accepted thanks to you. It’ll be a wonder if he doesn’t build a shrine to you in the living room.”
“Congrats,” I said, knowing how hard they’d tried to get a place.
Hopefully they furnish theirs better than I have…
Slowing to a stop at a red light, he looked in the rearview mirror again. “We’re both fine with me working more. You’re getting too famous to be out without protection.”
Lucky me.
He knew he’d pushed enough and dropped it. “Golden or someplace else?”
“Home,” I said, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
I wonder if Greer is home.
And if she’s alone.
CHAPTER TEN
OR MAYBE NOT FLYING SOLO
GREER
“This is torture.” Closing hereyes, Maddie put the back of her hand to her forehead and flung herself to the side. “Torture, I say.”
Diners at nearby tables turned to observe her brunch theatrics, but I just shook my head at my bestie. “I’m glad you’re not dramatic.”
She cracked a lid. “But is it working?”
“No. I’m still not telling you what I’m doing today.” She opened her mouth to object, but I cut her off by tacking on, “Not until I ask Tripp if it’s okay.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You say that like it’s notyourboyfriend who would sue me.”
“He wouldn’t.”
I arched a brow because we both knew he very much would. As would Tony since his threat had been unwavering.
“Okay, he might. But he wouldn’t be happy about it.”
“That would give me some solace when he leaves me destitute.”
If Wren was there, Maddie could’ve aimed some of her nosiness her way. But our tricycle was more bicycle these days.
Actually, it was often just me, riding in circles on my unicycle.
Using her best friend ESP, Maddie read my mind. “Don’t worry. Wren should be here in a few, and it’ll be her turn for an interrogation. Until then, though, it’s on you.”
“Or you,” I shot back, fighting fire with nosy fire. “I bought a wheel of brie last night, but you weren’t in your apartment to share it. I’m assuming you were with Easton, so was it another night hobnobbing with the rich and famous?”
“You mean as opposed to you, who simply spent your afternoon with famous Tripp Carter at his palatial mansion?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, organizing his calendar.”
“Still hobnobbing with the rich and famous.”
