“She’s happy to meet you too,” I tell Liv, “but you’ll need to give her a minute.”
Liv’s eyes twinkle. “Can do. How are you doing, Waverly? I saw the douche showed up. Who invited him?”
“Do we care?”
“We do if we want to avoid working with anyone who’d voluntarily associate with him.”
“Oh my god, I love your petty,” Aspen gasps.
Liv winks at her. “Thank you. I’ve worked hard to develop it and use it over the years.”
“Okay, I love all of you.”
“We should do drinks. When are you free?”
Aspen blinks. And then she flies into motion as only Aspen can, which is one of the things I’ve quickly come to love about her. “Have your people call my people.”
She shoots a look at me, and I see the silent snicker of glee that she got to use that line.
Liv misses it as she pulls out her phone.
Texting her people, I assume.
She pockets it, and the three of us chat for a while, Aspen getting more comfortable with each passing minute until we’re surrounded by several actors and musicians who are hanging on her every word.
“So I had a choice,” she’s saying. “It was either call animal control or chase that armadillo out of my house myself. And then find a new place to live. Not that there weren’t already clues with the leaky roof and the landlord being alldon’t take that tone with me over text if you don’t want to live with buckets in the kitchen for the next six months since I’m not contractually obligated to fix the roof, but the armadillo sealed the deal.”
“Did you get the armadillo out?” Liv asks.
“Hell, no. I blocked him in the kitchen, told my landlord that I left his check on the counter next to the fridge, grabbed the essentials only, and left.”
“Where did you go?” Cash Rivers asks her.
“Waverly’s house. This was like two months ago. Also, I heard a rumor that my former landlord got arrested for tax evasion. You people donotmess around when you want revenge, do you?”
“I had nothing to do with that,” I say.
Did my team?
Possibly.
I have no idea. They don’t tell me things I don’t need to know.
I’m smiling, but it freezes on my face when a familiar voice speaks up behind me. “Sure, you didn’t.”
Geofferson. FreakingGeofferson.
Aspen’s mouth contorts. Liv’s eyes narrow. Dax Gallagher’s girlfriend, Willow, pulls a face that I’m pretty sure she learned from her Viking stepbrothers, and I legit think she might be winding up to punch him on my behalf.
I’m suddenly not annoyed that Geofferson wants to make a scene.
Not on my behalf.
I’m annoyed on Aspen’s behalf. Tonight’s abouther. And the only thing anyone will be talking about tomorrow is the fact that Geofferson and I had our first public run-in since our breakup.
I turn slowly.
He’s smirking. “Waverly. You look…well.”
