“Because you want to start your next album, now,” Darcy concluded, the excitement in her tone unmistakable.
She wasn’t shocked at all how Darcy quickly pieced that together.
“At the very least, if it doesn’t work for me as a songwriter, we can discuss literature,” she joked.
Kind of.
She wouldn’t hate that. Because yes, she’d like to dive deeper into her craft, dive into Darcy’s approach and integrate that with hers if she could. But she also wanted to read Darcy’s favorite books and have more of an insight to her. To hear her thoughts on them.
Juliet wondered if Darcy was kicking her feet, because that was what it looked like she was doing, making a warmth spread through her.
“I’ll send you a list tonight. As soon as we’re on the road,” Darcy promised.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
For another moment, they simply stayed on their call.
Blythe knocked again. “All right,you hang up first, no you hang up first– we’re going!”
Juliet and Darcy rolled their eyes in unison, before locking their gazes again, chuckling.
“Okay. I’m coming!” Darcy shouted, shaking her head as she slid off her chair. “I’ll text you. Soon.”
“Good.”
Darcy shot the door in her room a glare. “Also, Blythe, that’s really rich coming from y–”
The call officially ended.
With a long sigh, Juliet tucked her phone away, then moved to the sink and washed her hands, before doing a quick mirror-check.
When she opened the door, she nearly had a heart attack, as Robbie was leaning against the frame.
She slapped one of her hands over her chest, before pushing at him with the other. “What are youdoing?!”
He laughed, stepping back away from her. “Me? What areyoudoing? You’ve been in here forever. The party is ending. I have your jacket.”
Robbie held his arm up, displaying her Valentino jacket draped over it.
“Thanks for grabbing that,” she acknowledged, reaching to take it from him as they started toward the exit.
Robbie glanced around them, cluing Juliet into the fact that he was going to say something he possibly shouldn’t as he leaned in to speak in her ear, “I was half-convinced you were in here with Sienna Marlowe,” he whispered, before pulling back and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I could have sworn she was giving you the eye.”
Juliet didn’t disagree with his assessment from when they’d run into the model earlier in the evening.
Either way, she tugged her hair out of her collar as she slipped her jacket on, before she shot him alook. “YouknowI wasn’t doing that.”
As if she would ever fuck someone at a public event; Robbie played a little faster and looser with that than she did.
The closest she’d ever come to that was… well, hitting on Darcy in the bathroom at the studio. But that had been a real carpe diem moment.
He shrugged. “I mean, okay, I didn’treallythink so. But you’ve never disappeared like that at an event before.”
Juliet darted her eyes around, unable to stop herself from correcting him, “Not even just about the location.” She lowered her voice despite them being seemingly alone, “You know about Darcy.”
She hadn’t gushed to Robbie like a teenager or anything, but she had told him all about them – in his words – shacking up last week. How it had gone by far too fast, how well they’d worked together, how they’d been so… compatible. In everything.
Robbie frowned at her, reeling back. “Yeah, and? She’s on tour, now.”
