He chuckled again. “You’re feisty when you’re cold and tired. Stace actually wanted me to call you. She wants to know if you’re free for lunch.”
“With her?” I asked, surprised.
“No, with Johnny Depp. Of course with her.”
Damn, are you sure Johnny can’t make it? I’d gladly brave the cold for that lunch date,” I giggled.
“What yourself,” he grumbled. “ I can be a jealous, jealous man. No way am I letting you have lunch with any other guy. So, can I tell her yes?”
“Sure. I can meet her at your place at twelve.”
“Then you better hurry up, because it’s five to,” he responded.
Shit. It was that late?
“Okay, make it one then.”
“One? Come on, I spent two weeks living with you. I know how long it takes you to get ready,” he smirked.
“Fine,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Two. Is two okay with you?”
“Perfect,” he chuckled.
***
I arrived at Sax’s place just after two. The whole drive over I was cursing him for being right. It did take me ages to get ready. The worst part was I had no idea why. I wore virtually no makeup, did almost nothing to my hair…I couldn’t figure out where the time went.
Sax met me at the door. He kissed me, his eyes twinkling. “Don’t get up to too much trouble. And don’t listen to half of what she says about me.
It’s all lies.”
“That’s why I agreed to this,” I giggled. “To see what kind of dirt I can dig up on you.”
“Oh God,” he groaned. “She’s inside. I’ll see you later, okay?”
I nodded and watched him jog down to his car.
“Micah!”
I laughed as Stace enveloped me in a hug.
“I’m so glad we’re doing this. I really liked meeting you the other day.”
“Me too,” I smiled. I shoved my hands in my pockets, wishing I didn’t feel so awkward. Stace was one of those people you couldn’t help but like. She reminded me a lot of Dee, in a way. “So, where are we going?”
“Do you like sushi? I know this great little place downtown. Come on, I’ll drive.” She grabbed her purse and we walked out to her car. “Glad to be back home?” she asked, sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Yes and no,” I admitted. “I already miss it.”
“The performing, or spending all your time with my brother?” she teased.
I blushed. “Probably a little of both.”
“Ah, I’m so happy for you guys. He deserves to have something go right for once. He’s been through a lot, you know.”
I nodded. “He and Harry don’t get along, do they? The tension between those two is palpable.”
“Yep. They’ve always been like that. As kids they were super competitive. Everything was an opportunity to outdo the other.” She looked at me and smiled. “Do you have any siblings?” she asked.