Chapter one
hundred and fifty eight:
Christy was
standing in the kitchen wearing only a pair of panties and Isaac’s dress-shirt
from the night before. By the time she had picked it up off the bedroom floor
that morning, it had been wrinkled anyway, so she assumed it was safe to put
on, at least until she had her shower.
“Hey,
good morning!” Isaac
said cheerily as he came into the kitchen, fresh from the shower and dressed
for the day. “Just what I like to see, a beautiful woman and
a fresh cup of coffee.” He swept her into a kiss.
“You’re happy
this morning.” Christy smiled, passing him the mug of coffee.
“No kidding.” He
chuckled. “After last night?”
Christy smiled.
“I actually thought you’d be a little worn out.”
He shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“I was going to
cook breakfast, but we don’t have the facilities here.” She motioned to the
tiny kitchen, which consisted only of a tiny mini-bar and a coffee maker.
“That’s okay.
I’ll grab a muffin or something in the lobby.” He grasped her around the waist
and pulled her into his lap.
She giggled,
balancing on his knee.
“What are your
plans for today?”
“Well, Jimmy the
body-guard is joining us today, you said, so I thought maybe Becky, Jen and I
might go to the mall, then we’ll be back in time for your sound check and to
have dinner with you. And maybe we’ll catch the show.”
“Yeah? That would be great. I love having you
in the audience.”
She laughed.
“Why is that?”
He shrugged. “It’s
just comforting to know that I’m dating the hottest girl in the audience.”
“Oh! That was
such a line!” She got up from his lap. “I’m going to shower. Will you be here
when I get out?”
“No, you’d
better kiss me goodbye.”
Christy giggled.
“I think you got plenty last night.”
“Aww…” He faked a pout.
Christy crossed
the room and kissed him deeply, catching him completely by surprise. She raked
her hands through his still-wet hair, and finally released him, leaving him
awestruck and breathless. “Think that’ll do you for the rest of the day?”
He swallowed, “I
uh… well,” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
She smiled and
walked towards the shower.
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After Zac had left to meet his brothers, Becky grabbed her purse and left their
room. She made sure the door locked behind her and crossed the hall, knocking
on Jenna and
After a moment,
the door opened and Jenna appeared. “Hey,”
“Hey, how was
sharing a room with
Jenna sighed.
“He’s a boy. He lives like a pig.” She motioned to the small sitting room which
was covered in clothes from
Becky laughed.
“I know, Zac’s the same way. Do you want me to help
you clean up? I’m sure we have a while before Christy is ready…”
“No, that’s
okay. I’m not picking up his shit.” Jenna found her own zip-up hoodie and
shoved her arms through the sleeves.
“Are you guys
getting along okay?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Jenna shrugged. “He’s being a bit of a pain in the ass, but…”
“But?”
“Well, he took
me to see a movie last night, and insisted on paying for everything, and he
insisted that we do everything I wanted to do. He even took me out for frozen
yogurt after.”
“Yeah? It sounds like…”
“It sounds like
what?” Jenna asked. She stopped fixing her hair when Becky didn’t finish her
sentence.
“Sounds a little
like a date.”
Jenna dropped
her hands to her sides. “I know, I thought so too.”
“Did he say
anything about it being a date? Did he give you any indication?”
“No… I don’t
think so… he was sweeter than usual. Until the end, then he was just
obnoxious.”
“About
what?” Becky
questioned, clearing a spot on the sofa.
“He’s worried
about me, I don’t know.”
“Sounds
like he has a crush on you.”
Jenna laughed.
“I don’t think so.”
“It isn’t
entirely possible that he’s being obnoxious because he likes you?” Becky
inquired.
Jenna rolled her
eyes. “This isn’t grade school. Besides, I’ve never had one guy pay any
attention to me in my whole life, and when Luke came along I considered it a
fluke, but Taylor Hanson? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’m just saying
it’s possible…”
Jenna stared at
herself in the mirror for a moment longer. “Come on, we’d better go before
Christy pitches a fit.”
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