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“Hey!” Brady said defensively. “I’m a hundred percent clean. I haven’t had sex in over a year.”
I scoffed. “A year? What about Veronica?”
Heather giggled like she had heard this discussion already.
“I didn’t sleep with Veronica!” Brady whined. “And no, I don’t want to talk about it. Geez, I’m getting interrogated before my dick is even soft…”
Heather gave me a wink. “You and I were already having sex without a condom. I’m on birth control. I don’t want you to pull out anymore. I want to feel you to the very end.”
I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, not caring where they had just been. “I want that, too.”
Heather’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it. “That’s Asher. The kiddos are stirring.”
“Perfect timing,” Brady said.
Heather started to put the phone away, then frowned. “I have a missed call. And a voicemail.”
“It must have come through while we were fooling around,” I said. “Sorry for distracting you.”
“No apology needed,” she said while holding the phone to her ear. “That’s the kind of distraction I’ll gladly welcome while…”
She trailed off, and her eyes widened as she listened to the voicemail.
“No way,” she muttered. “I don’t believe it.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Heather? Are you okay?”
“The anti-smoking commercial I auditioned for?” She lowered the phone. “I got the part.”
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Heather
“That’s wonderful!” Asher said when we were upstairs. I had just corralled the kids around the kitchen table for snack time.
“I guess so,” I said.
Asher gave me one of his thoughtful looks. “You guess so? Isn’t this the first role you’ve ever gotten?”
“I like carrots!” Dustin announced to nobody in particular. He chewed with his mouth open, revealing a maelstrom of orange bits inside.
“Chew with your mouth closed.” I turned back to Asher. “I didn’t expect to get the part. I only auditioned because my acting coach has been pushing me.”
“You’re understandably shocked,” Asher said, rubbing my arm comfortingly. “It’s impostor syndrome. It’ll wear off when you get there and start acting. This is wonderful! We should celebrate.”
The guys were more supportive than I ever expected. In fact, they were downright sweet. Rogan brought home a bottle of expensive champagne to celebrate me getting the part, and Brady bought me flowers.
“I knew you were a big softy underneath it all,” I told Brady while moving the bouquet to a vase.
He kissed me. “I didn’t know how else to thank you. So, you know, flowers usually do.”
I frowned. “Thank me?”
“Yeah. You know. For all the sex we’ve been doing on each other.” He gave me a puzzled look. “What’d you think the flowers were for?”
Okay, so maybe the flowers weren’t about my commercial role. But Brady was excited for me when he learned about it.
But even after we had celebrated with champagne and a nice meal at the residence, I struggled to feel good about the part. I didn’t want to do commercials. I wanted my shortcut to fame and stardom, damnit!
