Page 34 of Book Boyfriend
“Why did he call the office? He has my cell.”
Luna shrugs. “I don’t know. All I know is he’s at work. What’s the plot of this new show?”
“I dunno. I never asked him.” Now that I think about it, I haven’t asked him a single question about himself ever. It’s all been book talk. “What did he say before he hung up?”
“He said, ‘Oh shoot, gotta go. Break’s over.’”
“Not tell Greer I’ll call later or anything?”
Luna shakes her head. Maybe she scared him off after all.
It’s a little after eight when I return to my TV after getting ice cream from the kitchen. I’m not sure watching “He’s Just Not That Into You” was the smartest decision I’ve ever made, but now that I’m halfway done, I’m not quitting.
This movie is making things so much worse. I relate to Ginnifer Goodwin’s character on so many levels. I find myself talking to the TV. “Just be you, girl. Fuck him.” I take another large spoonful of ice cream and let the spoon sit in my mouth, while I reach over and turn off the light next to the couch.
I hear my cell phone vibrating, but I don’t see it. I’ve pretty much had it sitting on my lap the whole night. Where the fuck did it go?
I jump from the couch in a rush as the vibrating continues. Where is it? I throw my blanket on the ground, toss the couch pillows to the floor, and panic when I can still hear the buzzing but can’t see the phone. I press pause on the TV so I can hear better.
The sound is farther away than I thought it was. Suddenly, I think about the ice cream in the kitchen and I take off running, spoon still in my mouth. In my mind, the pillows are track hurdles and I’m jumping them like I’m in a race as I rush to the phone. I get to it in time to see Fisher’s name pop up. I answer. “Hevvo?”
“Greer?”
I take the spoon from my mouth and whip it across the room.
“Hey? What’s up?”
“Did I catch you at the gym? You sound out of breath.”
I consider lying and saying yes to hide my embarrassment. Obviously, I don’t need to be eating ice cream if I’m winded from running to the phone. “No, I’m good. How are you?”
“Tired. It’s been a long day. Sorry this is the first I’ve spoken to you. My cell phone was out of reach all day during filming. I tried to call you at the office from a set phone, but you weren’t available.”
Millions of thoughts shoot through my head like bees rushing from a busted hive. Each one of them worse than the one before as I try to decide whether or not to mention I knew he’d talked to Luna.
“Did your boss tell you I spoke with her?”
The bees cease their buzzing and two boxes appear in my brain. One says yes, the other says no. I stare at them as I decide which one to check. “Yes?”
“That sounded like a question,” he says with a light chuckle.
I walk back to the couch with the phone pressed to my ear. “That’s because I’m not sure I should even admit to knowing her.”
He laughs. “Did she tell you about it?”
“I kinda caught the last few seconds of it from the hall. I’m mortified. I’m so sorry.”
“For what? She seems like a really good boss and friend.”
“She means well, but I was a little worried she scared you away.”
“Me? Aww, hell no. There’s not a lot that can deter me when I’ve made up my mind about something.”
“Oh.” I grin. Sliding my legs underneath me, I suddenly feel like a schoolgirl talking to her crush. Lifting my eyes to the screen, I see Ginnifer Goodwin’s face. I paused at a spot where she’s crying. That’s so not me. “How was your day? I never did ask you what you’re working on.”
“We just finished the pilot for a new show called ‘Green.’ It’s about a woman who’s envious of everything another woman has, so she tries to change her life around to be more like her. The idea is she’s green with envy.”
“That sound cool. What’s your role?”
