“Now who’s scalding?” she teased.
“Call me clingy because I don’t like the idea of you going to your agent’s house for Christmas dinner.”
“I want to go home, Dana,” she replied. “I’m sure your parents are lovely, but I’m also sure they’d rather go to Myrtle Beach than entertain me and you. I miss my own bed, and Idohave a couple of events I have to go to.”
“So, if I go, what wouldwedo on Christmas?”
“Have sex and order Chinese food to eat in bed.”
Dana laughed and wrapped her arms around Samara’s lower back.
“I don’t have a flight booked, and it’s last-minute around a holiday.”
“You’ll go?” she asked, knowing she sounded excited. “Really?”
“You promise me it won’t be too much too soon? You told me that you don’t date much, and this is more than just us dating. It’s me staying with you for a holiday, Samara.”
“Yes, I promise. You’re going?”
“I can try to get there in a few days. Maybe there will be something available–”
“Shut up,” Samara told her as she pulled her phone out and dialed.
“Hello?”
“Kyla?”
“Yes. Sorry, I was asleep. What’s up?”
“I need you to book Dana on my flight tomorrow. Next to me. If they don’t have the seat available, move my flight or–” She stopped. “Is there anything private available?” She looked down at Dana’s surprised expression and ran a hand through Dana’s hair. “If you can’t find commercial, book me something private for the two of us and text me all the details.”
“I’ll need her information if I’m booking commercial.”
“I’ll text you everything you need.”
“And you want private tomorrow? That’s going to cost you.”
“I know. Don’t care,” Samara said.
“Am I booking her a hotel room or a rental car?” Kyla asked.
Samara blushed and said, “Uh… No. She’s going to… stay with me.”
“She’s stayingwithyou?” Kyla’s voice changed. “Wait. She’sstayingwith you, or you just met a new friend and she’s staying with you, like in a guest room?”
“Do you really need to know the answer to that to do your job?”
“Am I going to book you a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant or order her a Christmas gift from you?”
“Oh, shit,” she said because she had totally forgotten about needing to get Dana a gift. “Yeah,” she admitted.
“Yeah? Like,yeah?”
“Will you stop talking like that?” Samara laughed.
Dana pulled Samara against her and lifted her shirt.
“Did you sleep with her? Have you finally been with another woman?”
