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Chapter 27
Jodie
My phone buzzed while I was gulping down some spring water in the little waiting room they’d given us. My act had gone down okay, thank God. I placed the bottle on the glass coffee table.
The screen showed Klaus was calling.
“Shit.” I let my hand holding the phone flop to my lap. “It’s him.”
“Who?” asked Jane, the comedienne from Hobart, as she hopped on one leg adjusting the heel of her shoe.
“Old boyfriend.”
“Oh?” She tottered back onto two feet. “Ahh. That’s better. I’m up next. Oldies are goodies.” She gave me a thumbs up. “Good luck with him. Break a leg!”
I rolled my eyes. “You too!”
I pressed answer, and put the phone to my ear, blanking out the distant cheers from the audience, then I strolled toward the door that led out to the parking lot. Despite my casual attitude, I was nervous as hell.
All I could hear was the audience. Even after the door swung shut, the other end was silent. I swallowed, checked the screen. Yes, it was Klaus.
“Hi.” I settled my shoulders against the cold brick of the outside wall. It was quiet out here apart from distant cars on the highway. “Hey, Klaus, for this sort of call you’re supposed to breathe heavier, you know?”
He chuckled.
And my heart ceased to beat, just for a second. I laid my palm over my chest as if to calm my heart. Oh my God. That husky tone. I’d heard him say so many things. I clamped down on the vivid memories…the dark, pain-edged, orgasmic ones. I shivered.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Be calm.
“How are your shows going?”
“Good.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Fuck. You didn’t ring me just to ask that did you?
I massaged my forehead.
What else would he ask? Hope was banging at my head screaming just a bit.
“Hey, Klaus.”
“Yes?”
Here goes. “Is this a…a good sign? You ringing me?”
Pause.
“Yes. I think so. I’ve talked to Moghul again. It depends on whether we’re still on the same wavelength.”
“Wavelength?” I giggled with relief, mad elation, and stupidity too, maybe. “Is this a physics lesson or a kinky-as-shit phone call about us, like, doing kinky things together again?”
Talk about laying it on the table. The phone shook; my hand shook, as I waited for his reply.
“Guessing here but, the second one. A kinky-as-shit phone call.”
“Good,” I whispered. I wiped away the tears meandering down my face. “Good.” I sniffed.
