Page 61 of Wicked Dance
The front is the same, the green door against the white clapboard. I look closer and I see on the porch a red wagon. It was mine as a child, moved with us from Houston for Andy to use. I can picture him in it. After Gabriella was born and my belly went back down, I was allowed to pull him in it to the park.
Another message from Duke.
Headed to the condo. Not long now.
I know Blitz doesn’t even have his phone on him, but he might get it during the drive over.
And sure enough, a few minutes later, I get a message from him.
Shoot going okay. Sort of dull. The dance was fun. The extras at the restaurant were excited to be there.
I tap a quick message back.
House all set up. Waiting on groceries. Sprawled on the bed!
He responds to that.
Don’t move a muscle. Can’t wait to see you there.
I set down the phone. This will be okay. We will get through it. Of course timing would be bad. Our schedules are brutal.
I reach over for my bag. Jessie got me a printout of Blitz’s schedule. Because of all the shooting he has to do, his dance rehearsals are shorter and less frequent now.
Tomorrow night he and Mariah will go to a nightclub, also populated with extras. They won’t do a showy ballroom dance like Christy, but something more casual and sexy. So the schedule says.
Mariah is the one who started all this mess. She filed the first lawsuit regarding the finale and got the other girls on board.
I roll back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s ten weeks. We can make it.
