Page 95 of Rookie Move
“Remember—this is an intervention.” Becca took the bottle from her hand and set it down out of sight. Then she passed Georgia a different one.
Georgia squinted at it. “Purple?”
“It’s asubtlepurple,” Becca argued. “You always choose the same shade of pink.”
“So?”
“It’s sosafe. Be daring.”
“Wait. Did you just dare me to use purple?”
“I double dog dare you.”
“Uh-huh. Does this mean I can dare you to come along next time I go paragliding?”
Becca opened her mouth and then closed it again. “Would you like the pink polish back?”
Gotcha. “No. I’ll go with the purple. But I’m just saying—fearlessness comes in a few different colors.”
“Touché. I’m going with one of these two blues. What do you think?” Her roommate held up two awful shades.
Georgia kicked off her shoes and removed her socks. “I think you should choose whichever one makes you happy.”
“But they make me happy in different ways,” her friend said, staring at the bottles. “But enough about my issues. What thehellis on your mind? Because I know it isn’t nail polish.”
Georgia waited while the nail technician finished setting up her station. Then she climbed into the seat next to Becca and dropped her bare feet into the warm water. The nail technician gave her ankle a pat and then went to collect her tools. “Can I ask you a question?” Georgia said, dropping her voice. “If you heard that Leo was getting traded, would you tell me?”
Becca blinked. “Shit. Is that why Hugh has been on the phone with Vancouver?”
Georgia’s heart tumbled down a flight of stairs. “Damnit.”
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. Are yousurethey’re looking at him? It could be anyone.”
Georgia nodded, miserable. “I overheard something I shouldn’t have.”
“No wonder you’re as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” Becca patted her hand. “What does Leo say?”
“I haven’t told him! Publicists who leak trades? They get fired. And even worse—I haven’t dealt with it well. I told him we need to cool it off.”
“You are an idiot,” Becca said immediately.
“Tell me what you really think,” Georgia muttered, making the other nail technicians laugh.
“No, but you are. Because Leo has probably thought about this already. Maybe he has a contingency plan for this. Or maybe he’d like the opportunity to tell you how he feels.”
Georgia groaned. “But I can’t tell him. If I tell him, it endangers both our jobs. I wish I’d never overheard it in the first place. It’s eating me up. I look at him now and just think of how hard it would be to get over him a second time.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“He just RSVPed to the next team benefit. His date is someone named Honey Cove.”
“What?” Becca yelped. “That sounds like a prostitute.”
“I know. She’s going to be worse than the last one. I just know it.”
Becca giggled, then clamped a hand over her mouth, and the nail techs all clucked their tongues in sympathy. Becca wiped her eyes. “Karma is a bitch, Georgia.”
“Thanks for your unwavering support.”
