Page 21 of The Wiener Across the Way

Oh. Muh. Gawd.

I’ve just gotten more footage of our mystery man. Apparently, this is also from the backstage meet and greet for VIPs after the show.

Did you see that? DID YOU SEE?

He kissed her on the cheek. And I think that looked pretty damn familiar. Like, there’s no way this was the first time they’ve ever met. Is it? IS IT?

And watch! He slips something into her hand. WHAT DID HE SLIP HER?

It’s not paper, so it’s not his number. I want it to be his number. WHAT IS IT?

Does that look like a Bestie bracelet to anyone else?

And that wink!;)

Get to sleuthing, Besties, because I have to know who this huge hottie is! He’s actually taller than our girl, and I am living for it. He’s got to be some kind of an athlete with a build like that. Or a lumberjack. Or a superhero.

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HOPEFUL ROMANTIC

KELSEY

Iwas so confused right now. I stared down at the bracelet that I’d been playing with for the last hour when I was supposed to be sleeping. But I couldn’t. I was exhausted, but not tired. I hadn’t felt this energized after a show this whole tour. I was keyed up and didn’t know what to do with myself. Thank goodness I had the morning off after shows. I needed the sleep, but I was going to be dragging tomorrow.

Was I supposed to call him? Like for real?

This wasn’t what I expected when we were set to do this fake dating thing. He flirted. With me.

Penelope said that his agent hadn’t given any sort of official notification that he was in, but after that little show, he had to be. Besides, Skeeter had said that he’d at least signed the NDA.

Maybe he wanted it to look more natural than us just being seen together all of a sudden. That was smart. It would make it seem more authentic.

I glanced over at the clock. Two-twenty-two in the morning. I couldn’t call him now. Besides, who actually called people anyway? I should just text him like a normal person. In the morning. He wouldn’t see it until then anyway, I was sure.

Hi.

Okay, I sent it. Excellent job, me. I don’t know why I was so nervous. This was a set up.

But shoot. While I had his number, he didn’t know mine. I could be any rando or a scammer texting him.

This is Kelsey.

I meant to just set the phone down and try to get some sleep. I didn’t. I stared at the message and considered figuring out how or if there was a way to unsend. But the three little dots indicating that he was typing popped up and I threw my phone across the bed.

Pooh made a snuffling snore and rolled over. “Sorry, Pooh.”

I carefully folded the blankets back and crawled across the big California king size bed to retrieve my phone.

Hi, Kelsey. I guessed it was you. I can count on one hand the people who have this number.

Ooh. So he didn’t just give his number out to every woman he met. It’s not like I thought he carried a bunch of beaded bracelets around with his name and number on them or something equally as ridiculous.

Um, but don't you have a whole bunch of siblings?

Yeah. But most of them can't be trusted with that kind of knowledge. Jules especially. As demonstrated by the fact that she had that bracelet all ready to go for me to give to you tonight.

Oh. Okay. That made more sense. Jules seemed like a smart and savvy girl and the way he’d given it to me had romance written all over it. But wait. He’d signed the NDA, so he wouldn’t have told her. So, she just made it in hopes he’d give it to me at the meet and greet? I did love a hopeful romantic.

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