Page 69 of Now That It's You
Meg frowned. That’s precisely what Matt’s parents were assuming, too. She knew her attorney had been talking with their attorney, and the thought that she had an attorney at all was as mind-boggling as the idea of having a literary agent. So far, she’d avoided talking further with Kyle about it.
Hell, she’d avoided talking to Kyle at all. It had been four days since they’d slept together, and though he’d phoned several times, Meg kept dodging the calls. She didn’t know how she felt about the unexpected shift in their relationship, and she wasn’t ready to talk until she’d sorted it all out.
“Everything’s just moving so fast,” Meg said, not sure if she was talking about the cookbook or what happened with Kyle.
“You know what’s not moving fast?”
“Hm?”
“Us.” Kendall reached over and patted her butt. “Come on, let’s kick it up a notch.”
Meg groaned. Why hadn’t she remembered how much she hated running? It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, with sweat pooling between her boobs and her lungs feeling like someone had taken a blowtorch to them, she was reconsidering. How many calories did yoga burn? Or maybe gardening. Anything without so much jostling.
She reached into her sports bra to adjust the girls, nudging her iPhone out of the way and saying a silent prayer her waterproof phone case was sweatproof, too. She should have left the damn phone at home. But her agent had ordered her to stay available. Apparently her lawyer was brainstorming new ideas to defend Meg’s cookbook royalties, and they needed to be able to reach her at all times.
Meg jammed the phone deeper into her bra and thought about investing in one of those cool armband phone holders. Maybe if she had something like that, or a dog to go running with every day?—
“So anyway,” Kendall said. “I was thinking about changing my?—”
“Starting FaceTime with Kyle Midland.”
The voice echoed from the depths of Meg’s cleavage and it took her a moment to realize what was happening.
“What?!” Her shriek ricocheted through the park as she skidded to a stop on the trail. Meg stuck a hand in her bra, fumbling to retrieve the sweat-slick iPhone. She felt it vibrate, then heard the distinct buzz of a video-call going through.
“Holy shit, end call!” Meg panted. “Stop FaceTime! Abort!” Meg yanked the phone out of her bra and stabbed at the screen with sweaty fingers. Her thumb skidded off the plastic screen protector, having zero impact on any of the controls. Panicked, she shoved the phone at Kendall.
“Do something!”
“What am I supposed to do?”
Kendall grabbed the phone and looked around, then down at her own clothing. Her shirt was drenched with sweat, but her shorts looked dry. Before Meg could stop her, Kendall was wiping the phone on her rear end.
“Hello?” Kyle’s voice echoed off Kendall’s butt. “Meg? Is that you?”
Kendall drew the phone back and held it up so Meg could see. Kyle’s face was framed up in the center, looking bemused and a little sleepy. Kendall angled the phone so Meg’s face was in the frame, too, which was a mistake. God, she looked horrible. Red-faced and sweaty and?—
“Meg?” he asked again.
Meg stared open-mouthed, trying to think of what to say. Kendall started to hand her the phone, then stopped and pointed at Meg’s top.
“Fix your boob,” she whispered.
Meg looked down to see her right boob making a valiant attempt to escape from the sports bra. She reached down and adjusted herself, using her arm to shield the view as she shoved everything back into place.
“Kyle,” she said, trying to sound as casual as she could. “Um, good morning. How are you?”
“I’m fine. Looks like you’re exercising?”
“Right.” Meg wiped a hand over her brow, then took the phone from Kendall. “You know me, I live to get fit.”
“Since when?”
“Since—shut up, Kyle.”
He laughed. “Why did Kendall tell you to fix your boob? Is it broken?”
She shot a look at Kendall, who was laughing so hard she had to hold on to a flagpole to keep her balance. “Look, Kyle. Sorry, but I didn’t mean to call you.”
