Page 18 of 7 Miles High
“Sometimes.”
“It’s Caprice Avanti,” Matt blurts. “Sorry. He was taking too long. It’s that Italian mess. I’d call her a cunt, but she lacks the warmth.”
We’re all talking at once. Jenna’s trying to get the details while Matt’s defending his use of the c word. Parker signals for the tab.
“Who’s your favorite star you’ve ever worked with?” Jenna probes further.
I’m interested too. He doesn’t have to think long.
“Finn Kennedy. For sure.”
Three of us girls react without thinking about it. Finn is the sexiest bad boy in Hollywood. Jenna pretends she just fainted. Elizabeth raises her hands in the air, testifying. My body language is a little less obvious but anyone who knows me can read my expression. The man’s hot.
“He’s my absolute favorite!” Jenna screams.
Only Maggie stays cool. “He’s alright. I’ve seen better.”
This delights Matt, who takes it as a personal compliment to him.
“Next time I work with him, you could come to the set,” Parker says to Jenna.
To her that’s the golden ticket, the lottery win. Here we go.
“Oh my God!” She scrapes back her chair and sprints to our side of the table. Throwing her arms around him from the back, she lays a big kiss on his cheek.
“I love you! Do you mean it? I can come?”
Parker’s laughing along with the rest of us. “Yes. Here, give me your number.”
He takes out his cell and passes it to her. Hands are shaking as she enters the information.
“Hey, anybody else ready for the beach? Let’s go,” James says, getting up.
“I’m so fucking excited! I’m going to meet Finn Kennedy!”
