“Wired, too?”
“I’m exhausted and can barely keep my eyes open, but, yeah, there’s something inside me that just isn’t ready to go to sleep.”
“It’s the adrenaline. I know the feeling. You need sleep because you’re going to do the whole thing again tomorrow, but your body is…”
“Tingling all over? Riding the high?” Dana said.
“Exactly,” Samara replied quietly.
Then, neither of them said anything for a long moment, but Samara didn’t say goodnight or hang up, so Dana stayed on the phone, waiting to see what might happen next becauseshedidn’t want to hang up, either.
“What did he say about me?” Samara asked.
“Who? Miles?”
“Yeah.”
“He used words I would prefer not to repeat.”
“That bad, huh?” Samara laughed.
“Not great.”
“I bet he’s doubly pissed at me now because you turned him down for that booty call.”
“He didn’t specifically say anything aboutthat, but it just wouldn’t surprise me if he thought a late-night call complaining about you would earn him an invite.”
“I’m glad it didn’t,” Samara replied.
“You are?”
“Yeah, because it meant you calledmeinstead.”
Dana smiled up at her ceiling and said, “I guess it did.”
CHAPTER 17
Samara was all smiles this morning, and she was never all smiles, so when her assistant requested a FaceTime chat to go over some things before Samara had to go shoot, Kyla naturally brought it up.
“Um… What’s gotten into you?”
“What do you mean?” Samara asked.
“You’re, like, smiling.”
“So? I smile.”
“Yes, you do; when you’re forced to.”
“Hey!” She laughed. “I smile for real sometimes, too.”
“Not like this. Why do you look so happy right now? I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing; just curious more than anything.”
“I just had a good morning.”
“It’s eight AM. Itstill ismorning.”
“Kyla, I’m smiling. That’s a good thing. Can we just move on?”
