Page 23 of One Moment Please
“Got it.”
We both grow quiet for a moment, our breaths recovering as a relaxing exhaustion sets in.
“I’m going to leave,” I state, glancing at Josh whose eyes are doing long, heavy blinks. Man, his jaw is sexy.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Whatever.”
Another moment passes, and I swear I gain a thousand pounds because I can’t even begin to lift myself off this comfy bed. “Aaany minute now, I’m getting up.”
He turns his head to look at me, but his eyes close as he murmurs, “I can call you an Uber when you’re ready.”
I let my eyes drift closed just for a second. “In a minute.”
An annoying ringing wakes me from my slumber, and my eyes attempt to crack open, but my mascara has somehow fused my lashes together. I fumble for my phone and briefly see MOM on the caller ID. I swipe right and croak, “Hello?”
“Hello?” Mom mimics.
“Mom…what?”
“What?”
“You called me,” I bark defensively. I swear we’ll be in the next century before my mother learns how to actually use her freaking smart phone.
“Who is this?” she asks, confusion in her voice that sounds kind of funny.
“Mom, who are you trying to call?” I grumble, annoyed now and still attempting to pry my lashes open.
“I’m trying to call my son!” the voice snaps back. “Now, who the hell is this?”
My lashes rip as my eyes shoot open.
Shit. This isn’t my mother.
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it in horror.
Not my phone.
I look around me.
Not my bed.
I gaze at the empty space next to me and hear the faint sound of a shower from the master bath.
Not my house!
“Um…” I mumble into the phone because the woman is demanding to know who she’s speaking to. “I’m the cleaning lady.”
“Cleaning lady?” she snaps back. “Lana?”
“Who’s Lana?” I slap my forehead, my brain going haywire.
“My son’s cleaning lady,” the woman says firmly.
“Oh…Lana!” I exclaim with a force laugh that sounds like really, really bad acting. “I’m filling in for her.”
“Where’s Lana?”
I swallow. “Her…daughter’s bat mitzvah?”
