Page 79 of Witch You Would
“It’s still exciting,” Ed said. “It means you’re doing something right.”
“But what about us? Our... everything?”
“We can manage it,” Ed said. “It’s just logistics.”
“What he said.” Sam wrinkled her nose at me. “There’s something else bothering you, though. Spill.”
“I don’t—”
“Incoming,” Ed said. I shut up.
The waiter dropped off our drinks. I sipped my beer as I tried to figure out how to get through this part without making Samscreech like a raptor.
“Maybe we should talk about the rest in your car,” I muttered.
Ed raised an eyebrow at Sam, who made awho, me?face.
“I’ll be cool,” Sam said.
“I could get in big trouble,” I warned her.
“Come on,” Sam whined. “When have I ever told anyone—”
Ed cleared his throat. “Is there a way you can explain without violating your NDA?”
I thought about it. No, nothing would make sense if I tried to be vague. I shook my head.
“Sam will be good,” Ed said. Sam nodded. In a way, that made me relax a little. As wild as Sam could be, she hated to disappointEd. It was like upsetting your favorite teacher.
I leaned closer. “Penelope is here.”
Sam clamped her hands over her mouth to stop her scream. Ed and I both looked at her.
“I’m fine,” she said through her fingers. “I’m good. Continue.”
“She’s my partner.”
Sam bit her fist.
“Isaac asked us to pretend to flirt with each other, for drama.”
Sam groaned and closed her eyes.
“We’ve been sort of hooking up for a few days now.”
Sam buried her face in Ed’s arm.
Ed smirked at me. “I think you broke her.”
“It gets worse,” I said.
The waiter appeared bearing food gifts. I dipped half an egg roll in spicy plum sauce and stuffed it in my mouth, delayingthe inevitable.
“Isaac told me,” I said, “that if I ended up on this new show, I’d have to drop Penelope because I need to ‘level up my pussygame.’ Direct quote.”
“What the fuck?” Sam asked. “That’s disgusting. He’s disgusting.”
Ed made a face. “I can see where he’s coming from.”
