I’ve been avoiding her too.
Oops.
Another text comes through immediately.
Ad
Pick up the damn phone, Larry, or I’m sending Nate over there to drag you out.
I snort.
She’s always bossy. But pregnancy has taken it to Olympic levels.
I hit call before she can escalate.
“It’s about damn time, woman!” she screeches the second she picks up.
“What? What is it? Are you okay? Is it the baby?”
My brain immediately jumps to worst-case scenario because apparently I am now that person.
“No! I’m fine,” she says quickly. “But listen—Bella just got an offer she can’t pass up.”
My whole face lights up.
“A singing offer?”
“Yes!” she practically squeals. “Isn’t it amazing?”
“It’s incredible,” I breathe, already smiling.
Bella deserves this.
God, she deserves this.
Adrianna continues, words tumbling over each other.
“She needs to go into the city for meetings and studio time. It doesn’t make sense to commute every day cause that’s like six hours round trip, and I’ve just been put on bedrest because apparently my giant rockstar husband makes super-sized babies, and so I was wondering if you?—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I cut in. “Of course I’ll go.”
There’s no hesitation.
No question.
For Ad? For Bella? I will always show up.
“Thank you,” Adrianna says, relief softening her voice. “Seriously.”
“Please,” I wave it off even though she can’t see me. “I get a weekend in New York out of this? I’m the one winning.”
“Uh-huh,” she says in a tone that immediately makes me suspicious.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That didn’t sound like nothing.”