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Kael tips his chin. “Hey, man, what’s up?”
“You’ve got no hair,” he says, just matter of fact. And I try to hide my giggle with the tips of my fingers. Says the kid with hair that currently looks like a dirty mop.
“No, you’re right, I don’t,” says Kael, running his fingers over his head.
Bailey stares. “And your name is weird.”
“Bailey, don’t be rude,” I say sternly, while trying to remain gentle.
Bailey isn’t trying to be rude; he just calls it as he sees it.
“Yeah, it’s a shit name.” Kael laughs, shaking his head at me. “He’s fine. And he’s right. I’ve got a weird name, and Bailey’s a cool name. Maybe we can hang out some time? What do you think, Bailey?”
Bailey taps his fingertips together nervously, not looking straight ahead. He looks off to the left. “Uranus is the coldest planet in the solar system. Holds the record for coldest temperature ever measured.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Minus 370 degrees Fahrenheit.”
Kael thinks about it for a few seconds, takes a deep breath and then chuckles. “Well, we screwed that up, huh? Cold Neptune isn’t scientifically correct. I get it. I don’t think Cold Uranus has quite the same ring to it, though, but I’ll mention it to the guys.”
I laugh, and so does Kael.
Bailey doesn’t laugh.
Bailey looks mystified and a little bewildered. He looks quickly over his shoulder, as if his name was just called. He nods his head quickly in response to whatever was just said, and then I can hear Andrea’s muffled voice in the background, growing louder as she approaches, and before I can tell Kael to make himself scarce, or at least put a shirt on, Andrea’s face suddenly appears on the screen right beside Bailey’s.
“Have you forgiven me yet? Because I swear I didn’t—”
And then she stops. Stops cold.
Dead cold. As cold as Uranus. Because I hear Uranus is pretty damn cold.
Her eyes grow super wide, she inhales sharply, and then she squeals so loudly that it makes Bailey flinch. He covers his ears and shakes his head to the point he looks like he’s about to fall off the chair.
“Shit, sorry,” she says, wrapping her arm around my brother’s shoulders, rubbing his back. “But dude, seriously, is that… holy guacamole, it is! It’s KaelfreakingJenkins from Cold Neptune. The bass player. The hot as‘beep’bass player with hooker lips and a jaw that could cut glass. How are… what, I mean, why—”
I squirm uncomfortably on the stool, my face flaming with embarrassment. To Kael’s credit he just smiles and does the chin tip thing again. He really is very good at it. “You must be Andrea. Nice to meet you.”
Andrea looks positively star-struck. God help me. Her eyes are practically popping out of her head. “Details. Gimme, likenow.”
She wants answers, and I get that. And I’ll give them to her. But not now. And especially not with my teenage brother sitting beside her. “Will you please calm down? We’ll talk later.”
“Oh, my god!” she shrieks again, and this time Bailey flees for safety, humming to himself and clicking his fingers incessantly.
Andrea might be gorgeous to look at, but no one has ever accused her of being the sharpest tool in the shed.
With Bailey out of the picture, her face now takes up the entire screen. “Oh, my god, oh, my god… You’re doing it with Kael Jenkins. You’re totally doing it with him; don’t even think about denying it. You’ve got that look. It’s all over your face. The “I just fucked Kael Jenkins” look. What the hell, Sienna? I go out of town for a week, and this happens? Where are you? And how did you possibly meet—” She goes horribly still. Her mouth falls open in a perfect circle, and the silence is like something straight out of a horror movie. That moment right before the killer jumps out from behind the grandfather clock. You know the one. “He’s the client you told me about, isn’t he?”
“Andrea.” I glare at her.
Tight hands clasp over her mouth, muffled laughter escaping through her lips. “You’re doing a client. My cousin is doing her rock star client. And you’re his therapist, and holy mother fucking goose fat, that’s so hot.”
“Calm down.”
“I think a little bit of pee just came out,” she squeals again, bouncing up and down in her seat. “Are you bringing him to Thanksgiving? Christmas? Oh, oh, what about that weekend in the Hamptons we were talking about? Aunty Gladys is going to crap herself!”
Kael smirks. “You know I can hear you, right?”
