“Do you think Cort and Brooklyn are okay?” Shea asked as they rode in the cab toward the restaurant. “I’m sure they are,” Bradford said, patting Shea’s hand. She smiled at him and said, “I can’t help worrying about them. Who knows what that crazy woman is capable of?” “She does have crazy eyes, that’s for sure,” Bradford said, nodding. “Have you seen her up close?” Shea asked, looking at him with wide eyes. He nodded and said, “I made the mistake of answering the door one time when she knocked. Blimey! She was scary!” They pulled up to the restaurant, and Bradford told her, “No more talk about the crazy stalker. This is our night, and I don’t want her to ruin it for us.” Smiling, she nodded and slid out of the car. Bradford paid the driver and held his arm out for her to lead her into the restaurant. He let the host know he had a reservation, and she led them to a table toward the back of the room. “This is nice,” Shea said, looking around the darkened room. “Co
Once they had discussed the costume ideas, Lewis cleared his throat and said, “I also wanted to ask your opinion on something.” Addy tucked her sketchpad into her purse and turned back to him, clasping her hands in front of her. “What’s up?” she asked. He cleared his throat and glanced around the room before speaking. “I want to do something special for Kendall at the festival, but I don’t know what to do,” he said sheepishly. She smiled at him and said, “That sounds wonderful! I bet she’d love that!” Smiling at her, he said, “I sure hope so. I want to show everyone how special she is, but I haven’t got the foggiest idea on how to do it.” Addy thought for a moment, tapping her lips as she thought. “Do you do anything before they show your film?” she asked. He nodded and said, “The filmmakers usually give a short speech.” Addy’s face lit up, and she said, “How about adding something about her in your speech?” Lewis’s face lit up at the suggestion. “That’s a
“Boy, am I beat!” Brooklyn said as she entered her apartment. “Addy! Shea! I’m home!” she called out to her two best friends and roommates as she hung her purse on the coat rack by the door and pulled the hair tie out of her hair, causing her long blonde hair to flow down her back. She shook her head to loosen her hair, kicked off her shoes, and took out her phone to check her texts as she walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, stretching out and putting her feet up on the cushions. “At least you take your shoes off before you put your feet on the couch.” Brooklyn looked up from her phone to see Shea coming out of her room. Her friend and roommate wore a blue striped halter top, which matched her blue eyes, with a denim miniskirt. She had pulled her curly light brown hair up into a high ponytail but left a few strands hanging out to frame her face. Her light brown skin glistened with a golden hue from the sparkly lotion her friend liked to use when she was going out
The three friends got out of the cab in front of a club where people already stood in line to get in. “I can’t believe you talked me into coming here,” Addy said, looking at everyone in line. “What?” Shea asked, turning back to look at her friend. “It’s not that bad. It has… an atmosphere about it.” “Yeah, a ‘I’m gonna get killed if I’m not careful’ atmosphere about it,” Addy muttered to Brooklyn, who giggled. “Besides, the guys said they could get us into this club ahead of the line,” Shea continued, ignoring the other two as she searched the crowd. Spotting three men standing near the bouncer, she grinned and waved at them, standing on her tiptoes so they could see her better. The guy in the middle spotted her and grinned back. Waving his arm at the other two to follow him, the trio made their way over to the three friends. Shea rushed over to the guy in the lead and flung herself into his arms, giving him a huge kiss. Brooklyn and Addy looked at each other with wide e
After sharing an eye roll with Brooklyn, Addy turned to the blonde guy standing next to Adam. He had his phone out and was typing something on it. When he paused, she tapped his arm. “Hey,” she said. “I’m Addy. You’re Jeremy, right?” He didn’t answer, so she leaned in closer and repeated herself in a louder voice. “Hey, I’m Addy. You’re Jeremy, right?” He turned to her with an annoyed look on his face. “Yeah, I’m Jeremy,” he said before turning back to his phone. Addy sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she tapped his arm again. When he turned around to look at her with an annoyed glare, she smiled her sweetest smile at him and asked, “Do you come to this club a lot?” He stared at her for a long moment before shrugging and saying, “I come here now and then with Adam and Ben.” “It doesn’t seem to be your thing tonight, though,” she said. He shook his head, then smiled at her. “I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting,” he told her, fully turning around to face
When Shea and Addy came out of their rooms the next morning, Brooklyn was already at the table, eating her bagel and drinking her coffee. “Hey, you two!” she called out, looking up from her laptop. “How’d you sleep?” Shea shook her head and headed straight for the coffeepot. Addy yawned and went over to the refrigerator. Pulling out a small carton of cottage cheese, she went to get a spoon and said, “I’ve had better nights. I’m thankful I’ve got the day off today.” Leaning against the counter as she ate, she looked at Shea, who was pouring coffee into the largest mug she had found in their cupboards, and asked, “What about you? How did you sleep last night?” “I didn’t,” Shea said, walking around Addy to get the creamer out of the refrigerator. Addy and Brooklyn frowned at each other. Shutting her laptop, Brooklyn asked, “Did you hear from Adam at all last night? I mean, he must have wondered where we got to.” Shea shook her head again and said, “Nothing. Not a call.
Back in their apartment, Shea finished her breakfast and got up from the table. “I’m going to take a long, hot bubble bath and try to forget last night ever happened,” she said. “I don’t blame you,” Brooklyn said, taking one last sip of her coffee before getting up to put her plate in the sink and refill her cup. Looking back at Shea, she asked, “Is it my turn to do the dishes?” She nodded and said, “I did them last night.” Frowning, Brooklyn asked, “Why do you always get that chore when it’s take-out night?” Shrugging, Shea grinned at her friend and said, “Just lucky, I guess.” “Or you’ve got really good timing, and I’m just now catching on,” Brooklyn said, threatening to throw the dish sponge at her. Shrieking, Shea ducked and ran for her room. Brooklyn laughed as she shook her head and turned the water on to wash the breakfast dishes. Once she had finished, she dried her hands and walked back to her laptop, powering it on as she sat down. She set her elbows
After the cab had dropped them off, Shea walked down the street to head to the boutique for her shopping. Addy and Brooklyn climbed the steps to the door of their apartment building and went inside. “Are you really going to do an article on those guys?” Addy asked as they climbed the stairs to their third-floor apartment. Brooklyn nodded and grinned at her friend. “I’m going to do a little research on them first, of course,” she said. “If they really are in the movie business, like Ben and Jeremy told both of us, I’m sure I won’t have much trouble trying to find out more about them.” “Do you know their last names?” Addy asked. Brooklyn shook her head and said, “But I can start with Adam. Shea told me his last name was Sheringer.” Addy nodded and said, “There shouldn’t be too many Adam Sheringers out there, even though we live in a big city.” Nodding, Brooklyn said, “My thoughts exactly.” They entered their apartment, and Addy headed toward her room. “Good luck wi