“Good thing I’m left-handed,” he said.
Even though I could feel the soft little hairs on my arms standing on end, I moved his hand off my belly. “Yes. That means you can use your left hand to work the TV remote.”
He heaved a long, laborious sigh of playful resignation.
“You have a will of steel, and it only makes me want to get you naked even more. But for now, I surrender. Want to watch a movie?”
“I’d love nothing more.”
I handed him the remote and settled in next to him. We scrolled through the options on-demand, debating whether we wanted to see Pitch Perfect or Bridesmaids. Anna Kendrick was my girl crush, so that movie won. Plus, I didn’t have to worry about whether that sexy scene where the cop and Kristen Wiig spend the night together would make me break my vow.
Besides, it was better this way, curled up and warm in his arms. For tonight at least.
Chapter Nineteen
I surveyed my open suitcase, thumbing through my folded clothes and neatly aligned shoes. I was ready for four days in Paris. As I doubled checked that I’d packed a power adaptor, and triple checked that I’d included extra tights since November is cold in the city of lights, I chewed the inside of my cheek with worry.
What if I returned from Paris empty-handed? Or worse, what if I brought back a brilliant prototype for a new line of necklaces and it still wasn’t what Claire and her contacts at the Elizabeth’s department store had in mind? Where would my parents be then? I had a chance with Claire; it was in my grasp, and I needed to hold on tight and not let go.
I took a deep breath, shut my black suitcase and reminded myself not to catastrophize.
I left the suitcase in the middle of my purple comforter, and checked the inside pocket of my carry-on computer bag. My passport was safely tucked away, zipped up and secured. I looked up the weather on my phone. A storm was headed towards Manhattan in a day or so. I would probably just miss it, and escape the city in the nick of time. Maybe that was a favor from the universe for being good again.
I lifted the suitcase and computer off my bed and placed them on the floor, then pulled back the covers and slid into bed. I turned on my eReader, closing out the sexy Simone Noelle novella I’d finished last night and toggling over to the new book I’d downloaded about a college girl in love with insanely hot twin brothers. The story had started to steam up when I heard the sound of the door crashing wide open. Jill always had to make an entrance.
“KatGirl! I’m coming to get you and tell you my news!”
Her heels banged across the floor as she ran down the hall and jumped onto my bed, bouncing a few times on her butt.
“Tell me your news.”
“I got a callback for the new musical. The new Frederick Stillman musical,” she said, referring to the revered composer. Theater actors fell all over themselves to land roles in his shows, be they new productions or revivals. He was nothing short of a legend and had attained God-like status in the thespian community.
I knocked fists with her. “You are a rock star!”
She twisted her index and middle finger together. “Don’t jinx me. But I hope so! I hope I’m a Broadway star.” She flopped back on my bed. “Oh my god, Kat. This is my dream. This is my fucking dream. A role in a Stillman musical. It’s called Crash the Moon and the score is to die for. Well, the song they gave me. It’s a rock ballad I have to sing. But the casting director saw my Eponine and called me in for a supporting role.”
“I didn’t even know you were auditioning for it.”
“I didn’t tell a soul. I was so terrified I’d blow it, so I kept it totally secret. Now, she wants to bring me in for the producer. And, word on the street is that Patrick Carlson is going to win the lead. I might have a chance to act with Patrick Carlson. He only pretty much inspired me through all of high school.”
“Yeah, and he’s the one straight actor in musical theater, right?”
She laughed. “Pretty much. Well, him and Reeve.”
Patrick Carlson was a few years older than Jill, and had risen quickly as a Broadway star, nabbing a Tony already, as well as a long list of gorgeous girlfriends. He had chiseled cheekbones and the voice of an angel. You could fall in love just hearing him sing. Well, if you weren’t already mad about someone, that is.
“When’s the callback?”
“Next week. It’s a good thing you’ll be gone because I’ll pretty much just be practicing my songs the whole time I’m not coaching my newest half-marathon club.”
“You’re going to blow them away and make gobs of money as a star. Break a leg.”