Page 84 of Interlude


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"Yeah."

"What were you going to call me about?" I ask.

"Tonight."

"What about tonight?" Tonight, I'm packing.

"There's a party."

"Thanks for the heads up—make sure you turn the music down by 10P.M."

He gives me his 'you're funny, Sky' look. "No. You have to come."

"Not my scene." I turn to leave; his near nakedness is addling my brain and could lead to me being persuaded to join in his episode of the Young and the Beautiful.

"Sky, this is for us to make a scene as a backup to our story."

"A scene? What do you mean?"

"We have a fight in public for people to spread around social media."

"Your idea?"

"No. Kim’s."

I bet, and I can imagine her haughty face overseeing the situation. "I'm not sure... I don't have anything to wear."

Dylan laughs. "Nice excuse."

"I mean I don't have anything suitable for a rock star's girlfriend to wear." None of the clothes Steve brought from my flat are what I’d wear for a shopping trip, never mind to a party.

"I can get you something?"

"Dylan, no."

He huffs. "Fine. Check the wardrobe in your room?"

"For what?"

"You're in the guest room. People often leave clothes–there’s probably something suitable."

Second hand clothes from girls part of his entourage? Those are unlikely to suit me. "No. I’ll wear something I have. If I go."

“Your choice, but if you want to disconnect yourself from Blue Phoenix, this is the easiest way. Then you won't need to subject yourself to my presence again."

We both wait for the other to speak. The room is humid from the pool, and the atmosphere between us hangs in the claustrophobic air.

"Why were you going to call me? Why not come and talk to me?" I ask.

His distant eyes connect straight back to the Dylan from Broadbeach, the one looking to escape. "Because seeing you is hard."

Dylan throws the towel across his shoulders and climbs one of the sets of metal spiral stairs leading to a part of the house I haven't seen.

As his figure disappears, Jem re-enters my mind. I hope I don't take a wrong turn on the way back to my room this time.

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