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“How fortunate,” I grumble. “TJ, I don’t want Jean Paul Poop, whatever the fuck his name is, to design our baby room. We don’t even know if we’re havin’ a baby or adopting an older child. Once again, ye jumped the gun and I’m goin’ to be left holdin’ the pisser.”
“I don’t even know what that means, but I swear to you, this will all turn out.”
Another crash from the bedroom echoes into the kitchen. “Merde! Uh, no prue-blem. All eez okay,oui? Zee magnifique!Très bien.”
TJ blanches while I arch an eyebrow and run a hand over my scruffy jaw. “TJ…we definitely have a prue-blem. I’m usually a pretty easygoing lad, but I’ve a pain in me arse with this whole situation. I want everyone gone by the time I get out of the shower and then ye and I are goin’ to have a proper sit-down and talk.”
“Oui,” TJ squeaks out.
I head down the hall to our bedroom. I glance into the guest room and clench my fists when I see the baseball-sized hole in the wall and that idiot Jean Luc Poop trying to spackle it with fabric and mod podge. “TJ, fix this, now,” I bellow as I slam our bedroom door shut.
Chapter 7
Andie
“You guys, I’vehad it with TJ’s crew!” Arms crossed, I lean against Sarah’s office door. She and Kiki are starting a new project putting outfits and makeup together for clients when they are on vacation, like they did for me when I flew to Italy on a surprise trip to meet Cam. They proposed the idea on Kiki’s blog and it took off like wildfire. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“No, it’s okay. Come in.” Sarah waves me in.
I sink into her couch. “They are out there filming me and asking questions, shining blinding light in my face with their stupid…lights, and I’m over it. Is TJ even around? It’s creeping me out.”
“That’s super creepy,” Kiki agrees. “Why are they here filming without TJ?”
“I asked and they said they were waiting for things to happen. I’m literally answering phones and replying to emails. It’s unnerving. I got sick yesterday because it was stressing me out. And the worst part? I saw one of them pilfering through the fridge the other day, smelling a container of leftovers.”
“Dammit, that’s who probably stole my leftover Kung Pao chicken.” Kiki goes to the door and shuts it. “Let’s get Turd Jam on the phone.”
She pulls out her cell and calls TJ, putting him on speakerphone.
“Hey, hey, girlfriend!”
“TJ, where are you? It’s loud.”
“Shopping for a client. Fab sale over at Haymakers and Co. What’s up?”
“Is your film crew with you?”
“No…they should be there. Are they not?”
“Aren’t they supposed to be followingyourevery move?” I shout over Kiki’s shoulder.
“Oh, no, they’re set up there to catch any action, like maybe a hunky rhinestone cowboy coming to visit his wife? Or his hot Irish sidekick. Sorry, Andie, Cam is hot, but he’s not famous.”
“Well newsflash, I told the guys to stay away from work because Lee doesn’t want them to be filmed.” Kiki winks at me.
“You guys…” TJ whines. “You gave me verbal agreement to let them film you whenever withwhomever. That includes Tatum Reed and Lex Ryan.”
“Yeah, but when it’s upsetting Andie and she can’t get her work done, then changes need to be made,” Sarah says. “I don’t think they should be filming here. It’s you they’re doing the interview about, not us or the guys.”
“I completely agree with Sunshine.” Kiki nods.
“We’ll talk about this later,” TJ huffs.
“Actually, Tammy Jean, it’s a three to one vote, so…”
“Fine. But I will not be forgetting this when I’m rich and famous and you want to come hang out on TJ Ryan’s yacht and I’ll say, sorry, those tic-tac bitches are not on the list.”
“Tic-tac is not a thing.” Kiki rolls her eyes.
