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That doesn’t sound good. Everything okay?
Ellie
Just fine. Janelle’s not feeling well. I’m taking care of her. But she’s sleeping now.
Grayson
I should probably let you sleep when she does, otherwise you’ll be exhausted doing the nurse thing all night.
You’re home, right? Not at the hospital or anything?
I’m not about to tell him we’re at Charlie’s, that’s for sure. I don’t know him well enough to know if he can be trusted with information about my life or Janelle’s, even something that seems as trivial as this. Pretty face or not, I have to be careful. I’m not going to sleep until I know that Janelle is out for a while, so I welcome the conversation.
Ellie
Everything is fine
Hopefully he accepts that as an answer about where we are.
Ellie
And I’m not tired yet.
I want to know what was up with you when you mentioned Will Pemberton. There’s definitely a story.
The dots bounce on Grayson’s phone for a long time, stopping and then starting a few times. Finally, after a couple minutes, his response comes through.
Grayson
That’s … a story that’s better told in person.
My eyebrows jump. Is this some kind of ploy to get us together without him asking me on a date outright?
Or could Will be the one Hollis was feuding with that led to him getting cut? Will is definitely the bigger star, and if there was a problem, it wouldn’t be a question which one got to stay. It doesn’t explain why no one else has signed Grayson though.
Ellie
Well now I’m very intrigued…
Grayson
Then we should get together.
Ellie
It could be fun. I’ll text you about a day?
Grayson
Looking forward to it.
I spend a couple minutes checking out the post that went up today to promote the Girls Play gear. My assistant monitors and comments on social media for me, but I like to get a feel for how my audience engages with posts, especially the Girls Play ones. I want this to be a successful campaign, not just to raise money for a cool foundation but to get people involved with it as well.
When I’m done looking it over, Janelle has been in a somewhat restful sleep for over thirty minutes, so I emerge from the guest room. The same glow from the living room still lights the hallway, and I pad toward the kitchen for one of those cookies I never got to eat. I’m guessing the one I put on my plate just before Janelle got sick has been put away, since the kitchen is clean and the table is clear. Kookie House’s sugar cookies are the best there is, and I need a little pick-me-up.
“Hey,” a voice says.
I jump, clapping a hand over my mouth to keep from shouting, and whirl to see Will standing from the couch.
