Jasmine breezed into the room. “Well said, Gia. I’m glad not everyone is swooning over my husband.”
“Don’t worry, I’m swooning over you and your husband.” With a long look, Justin said, “Forgive my honesty, but you are so hot.” He held out his hand. “I’m Justin, by the way.”
“Justin,” Gabby said in a cautionary tone. He needed to take it from a ten to a five.
Ignoring Gabby, he asked, “What’s your secret?”
“Inner Beauty, obviously.”
“The product line or actual inner beauty?”
Gabby waited for Jasmine to kick him out of Inner-G for mouthing off. She hadn’t seen anyone do anything but suck up toJasmine so far, but Jasmine only raised an eyebrow and answered, “Both.”
She linked arms with Justin and said, “Let’s discuss the ceremony, shall we?” And she walked ahead with Justin, leaving Gabby in their wake. Apparently, Jasmine and Justin were going to plan her wedding.
“What kind of flowers does George like?” Jasmine asked over her shoulder.
“George has never once mentioned flowers.”
“Of course he hasn’t. He is Lil’ G.”
“Gia,” Justin announced, “I am so excited. This is going to be a wedding no one will ever forget.”
Justin had wedding planning in hand, so Gabby decided to check on her prisoners, aka, her mom and Sheridan. Gabby found Elena in the lobby talking loudly on her phone.
“Mom! You’re not supposed to have a phone here!” Gabby glanced around the room frantically. Her mom was going to be the death of her.
Her mom waved that off, “They’re not serious about that one. Come on, everyone at this place kept their phone.”
Come to think of it, her mom might be right about that, but still. “Try to hide it though.”
Elena said, “Do you mind if I call you back? I want to hear the rest of that story, but I can’t focus right now.”
“No problem,” the woman said loudly. “I’m on the couch all day. This ingrown toenail is killing me.”
“Have you soaked it?” Elena asked, suddenly nothing but helpful.
“I think I need it cut out.”
Elena cringed.
“I’ll give you the name of my podiatrist. It’s worth a visit even if you don’t have foot problems. That man is a looker!”
OMG, Mom. Gabby face-palmed.
When Elena hung up, she asked, “What did you need to talk about? Did you call me earlier?”
“What? Of course I didn’t call you. We’re not even supposed to have phones!”
“Oh, I guess it didn’t really sound like you. I’ve never heard you talk about ‘counting your chickens before they hatch.’”
“What?” Was her mom talking in riddles?
“Whoever it was said something like, ‘Saddle up.’ Then the call broke up. I meant to ask you.”
Saddle up—that sounded like Sheridan.
“Does Sheridan have your number?” Gabby asked, on a hunch.
