I spin to find Trick leaning against the guest room’s doorframe. He’s wearing faded Levi’s and a modern white Oxford, which from the pocket I can tell is Hugo Boss. He’s so handsome, he looks more like a performer than I do.
“I’m getting ready to go visit a friend,” I say.
“Why would you do that?” he asks.
I look at him, his eyes deep blue and vibrant.
“I’m going stir-crazy. I need to get out for a bit.”
“It’s a bad time for that. If you want some air, we’ll take you out for some air. How about a run in the park? Or you can meet some of your cast mates for lunch? They won’t even know I’m there.”
I shake my head quickly. “I want a real change of scenery. It’s important.”
“Why’s that?”
“The longer I stay with you guys, the less options I have.”
“What options do you need?”
I hold out an impatient hand, not sure what he’s trying to get me to admit. “I just need a little distance. A little time to think.”
He finally nods. “Then get your phone out, so you can put my number and Anvil’s in it. When you change your mind, all you need to do is call any of us.”
“Are you—why would you make that offer?”
He lifts his phone. “You’re important to C. That makes you important to all three of us.”
“Are you sure it’s not that you want to see him punish me for my misbehavior?” I’m only half joking.
He smiles, and it’s pure unadulterated sunshine, with a side of devious. “I would not say no to that show. But I swear this isn’t about that.”
I slide my phone out, and he steps forward so we’re almost toe to toe. I enter his number and Anvil’s into my list of contacts.
“If you need us or even just get an uneasy feeling, don’t hesitate for a second. I want to see you on the Langston’s main stage all season long.”
I can’t help myself. I smile and give him a quick hug. “Thank you, Trick.”
