Page 14 of Love on Tour
10:10 a.m.:Hey, Chrissy. This is great shampoo. Where do you get it?
She thought,He was in my shower?
10:35 a.m.:Hey, Chrissy. I can’t figure out your remotes. Which one turns on the TV?
11:10 a.m.:Hey, Chrissy. I figured out the remote. Thanks for your help. Ha-ha.
11:30 a.m.:Hey, Chrissy. Can you run out and buy me some pants? I’m a 32 waist, 34 long.
11:50 a.m.:Hey, Chrissy. I rummaged through your drawers, not your panty drawer cause that would be creepy. But I found some big sweatpants and they kind of fit me. I’m dressed enough to head home. Thanks for your help. See ya around.
“I have no words,” Christine said to herself.
“No words for what?” Julianna asked from the doorway to Christine’s office. She wore a miniskirt, off-the-shoulder shirt, and high heels. Only in the entertainment industry was that standard business attire. She sat on the spare chair and put her long legs up on Christine’s desk.
“So how’s our rising star?”
“Our rising star?”
“Yours, mine, ours. We’re friends. One for all and all for one, right?”
“Uh-huh? Whatcha need?” Christine put her pen behind her ear and sat back.
“Feel like ordering a pizza tonight?”
“Sure. My place? If you’re willing to slum it.”
Julianna winced. “Your place is not a slum.”
“It’s nothing like the condo you live in.”
“At least you pay for it yourself. I still live off Daddy’s money. Anyway, your place works fine for me. See you around six,” Julianna said, walking back out.
JULIANNA SHOWED UP WITH TWOsmall pizzas and a bottle of wine. They sat in the living room, choosing the couch over the dining room table. Christine got up to get a napkin and her phone chimed in a text. When she returned, Julianna was holding the phone up and pointing it at her.
“Is A.G. Austin?”
Christine looked at the text displayed on the screen, which read,Thanks again for last night. Waiting for you to find me a new hit. Don’t take too long.
“Yep, that would be him.”
“What happened last night?” Julianna said, sitting upright, her eyes wide.
“Nothing, really. He got locked out of his car near my apartment and needed a place to crash. It was three in the morning, so I went and picked him up and let him stay for the rest of the night at my place.” Christine took a sip of her tea like this was no big deal.
“And you didn’t call me?”
“For what?”
“I’d have come right over,” Julianna said, her voice husky.
“For what possible reason?” Christine asked.
“What do you think?” Julianna asked.
“It wasn’t a booty call, Julianna.”
“It could have been,” Julianna said, and then she scrunched her eyebrows. “Unless you’ve called dibs. Have you called dibsies?”
