Page 44 of Wicked Dance
Bex laughs. “For acrobatic work, yes. But it’s not your background.”
“Wouldn’t be my thing anyway,” Blitz says.
“No,” Bex says. “It takes very strict dedication.”
Blitz puts his hand over his heart. “I’m wounded to think you believe I’m not dedicated.”
Bex laughs. “Your reputation precedes you.”
Blitz takes my hand. “Well, that whole lifestyle is behind me. We’re doing this for fun.”
“You can come back tomorrow,” Bex says. “Or give your arms a recovery day. Let me know.”
“We will,” Blitz says. “Thank you.”
Bex nods, folding up the silks. We pick up our bags.
Jenica heads toward us as we move toward the door. “Blitz,” she says, “you sure you don’t want to do more work today? You’ve only just warmed up!”
Blitz winks at me, and I remember how he felt about Jenica’s work schedules. Too much, too high risk for injury.
“We’re good for today,” he says. “I’m needed back at my hotel.” He tugs his phone out of the side of his bag, glances at it, and shoves it back in. “Thirty minutes ago, apparently.” He sighs.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you in the car,” Blitz says.
“See you again soon,” Jenica calls. “You can schedule more time with Weeza on the way out if you would like.”
Blitz laughs. “I think she’d delete anything I book. I’ll have my assistant arrange things.”
Jenica waves and we head past the scowling Weeza.
“Miss you already,” Blitz says as we pass.
We hurry through the door and out to the gray car before she can insult us again.
