“We had a talk, and there was a lot going on that he was dealing with. We had makeup sex, and we have an ‘understanding’ for the rest of summer.”
“Understanding? You mean country boy realized he wanted to get laid again, so he came crawling back with his dick between his legs.”
“Ummm…aren’t dicks normally between legs.”
“Yeah, but he wanted to get it between yours, and apparently, you fell for it.”
“Garrett’s not like that.”
“Suuuuurrreee…..” She gives an exaggerated wink.
“Really, he’s a good man. He put his ex through rehab.”
“He’s probably the one to get her hooked on whatever it is that got her sent there. Trust me, the second time I went in, it was due to Collin McFarkle and his perchance for ‘Snow White.’ Couldn’t do it alone, and I just couldn’t say no.”
“Well, at least he has a dick to tide me over into better times.”
“Show me a picture?”
“I don’t think I have one.” I pull up my phone and Google his name. A picture of him in jeans and a black tee-shirt at the firehouse pops up. “Here.”
“My my my, tall dark, and handsome is definitely your cup of tea.”
A knock sounds on the door, and I open it to see Prim, bag in hand.
“Ma had Jake go out to get chicken strips and sides, so you don’t have to cook tonight,” she says, handing me a bag of takeout.
“Thanks,” I say, setting it on the dresser. “How’s Dad?”
“He’s not too happy to have ‘Hollywood Folks’ up at the loft, but Ma quieted him.”
“Ehhh….she’s only staying for a couple of days.”
“And Daddy made sure to say that both of you will be expected to help out on the farm.”
I turn to Eva, who is making duck faces into a mirror and smoothing out her hair.
“Yeah, I half expected that.”
“Well, just came to drop off the chicken and mac n’ cheese. I’ll see ya at the crack of dawn tomorrow.”
I pull out the paper plates and start loading them with food.
“Ewww…are you really eating that?”
“We’re in Nebraska without a personal chef or dietician in sight—so yes.”
“So…I guess you really don’t care about coming back to Hollywood then.”
“It’s just a couple of chicken strips and—”
“And a whole lot of carbs,” Eva challenges.
I frown, and through my irritation, see the point that she’s making.
Hollywood is cutthroat, full of women that would go to almost any length to be the next ‘Ali Kat Carter.’ I’ve already stumbled, and now, with the diet I’ve been keeping, I’m liable to fall. A few chicken strips seem innocent enough, but the habits I’ve been keeping will be murder to my waistline.
I put two of the strips back and half the mac n’ cheese.
