Page 48 of Before Eve
Early the nextmorning Anne shoves a brownie in her mouth and chases it with black coffee. “Ugh. Why do I drink? I hatebeing hungover.”
“I hate when you’re hungover, too.” She’s always grouchy.
She takes another bite of brownie. “What didyoudo last night?”
“Nothing. Came back here.”
“You didn’t see West?”
“He had some VIP thing.”
Anne blows on her coffee, studying me.
“What?” I ask.
“We haven’t had a chance to talk. So…is he a good kisser?”
Not that I have anything to compare it to, but I still say, “Yes.”
“Go ahead.” Anne points at me. “You know you want to smile.”
I do, but I hold it back, mainly because it’s going to drive her crazy.
She sniffs and dabs at completely dry eyes. “My little girl’s all grown up.”
I laugh. “Shut up.”
“Did he likefeelanything?” She sashays her shoulders. “You know. Like yourboobsor anything?”
“God, Anne. Why do you have to be such a perv?”
She lets out an evil little giggle. “So, what’s next?”
“I don’t know.” More kissing, hopefully. There is no doubt in my mind I want more of that.
“Like a date or something? Or are you guys just going to make out on floors behind soundboards?”
“He asked me to go to his sister’s birthday.”
“Shut up. Are you serious?”
I nod, wondering if maybe I should have said no.
“Eve, that’s huge!”
Panic sets in. It ispretty huge.
“Where?”
“He said his home in Florida.”
Her phone rings, and she checks the display. “Ooh, gotta take this.”
“Can I borrow your iPad?”
She waves me on, and while she plops back across her bed and starts flirting with some girl on the phone, I grab her iPad and power up.
I go to Grayson’s site, comparing his speaking schedule to our tour cities, and other than New York, they don’t coincide.
