“It’s probably spam. You know how you put your phone number down in one survey or application for something, and suddenly you’re getting random calls from numbers in Greenland? Like, who the hell lives in Greenland?”
“Good point.” I press ignore and then slump back against the couch. “So, is that why you called this morning? To tell me that I’m an internet sensation?”
“Yes, and for you to bring me up to speed on your boss. The last time we spoke was after Charlotte when you told me you two slept together.” Lennon sighs. “So now that means you’re in love with him, right?”
It’s my turn to sigh. “I think I’ve been in love with him since long before that.”
“Elodie…”
Groaning, I cover my face with my hand. “Look, I know, okay? I’m pathetic.”
“You are not pathetic. I wouldn’t have been able to resist a handsome single dad who wears flannels either. So, what does this mean? Are you still going back to LA?”
My phone rings again with the same number, but I press ignore once more.
“I—I don’t know. I guess I’m kind of waiting for a sign, like something to help me make that decision. Henley hasn’t brought it up. Butdid I tell you that he invited my mom to my performance the other night?”
“What? No. Girl, your communication with me has been lackluster, at best.”
“I’m sorry, but life has been a little crazy and I’ve sort of been wrapped up in my boss.”
“Hey, I understand. If I could wrap my legs around a man that looked like that, I would ignore my best friend too.”
“Yeah, well even him defending me wasn’t enough to make my mom show up.” Sadness overwhelms me. “I can’t even believe that I thought she might.”
“Well, you know how your parents feel.”
“I know, and hearing Henley put them in their place just made me fall for him even more. He said things to them that I wish I had the courage to say.”
“He did what?” I recount the night he spoke to them on the phone. “Oh my God, Elodie. That man is in love with you.”
My pulse spikes again. “You think?”
“Uh, yeah. A man doesn’t do something like that if there aren’t real feelings there.”
“I’m so crazy about him and his daughter, Lennon.” My gaze drifts over to Remy shaking one of her toys around while squawking. “But…” The same number from earlier is calling again. “Uh, Lennon. That number is calling for the third time now.”
“Maybe it’s important. I’ll let you go.”
“Thanks. I’ll call you later,” I say before answering the call with hesitation. “Hello?”
“Hi there. I’m looking for Elodie Olsen.”
“Thisis she.”
“Hi, Elodie. My name is Sandra from Regal Records. How are you today?”
“Uh…” I’m momentarily speechless, but not just because a record label is calling me. No, it’s because this is the label that Liam works for, making my skin crawl. “I’m good, thank you.”
“Great. Is now a good time to speak with you?”
I glance over at Remy who is perfectly content in her playpen. “Sure.”
“Perfect. Well, Elodie Olsen, you have made quite the splash on social media this past weekend, and I think I speak for everyone at our label when I say that you are very talented.”
“Uh, thank you.” I can’t feel my hands as Sandra continues to speak.
Her laugh comes through the phone. “Look, I know these calls can seem sort of formal, so let me break something down for you. I found your demo in Liam’s old office.”
