Whoa. That was a deep, powerful voice.
“I’m on the toilet!” Cat called back. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“You’ve been on the toilet for ten minutes.”
“I’m constipated. Is that a problem?”
Maeve put her hand over her mouth, trying to hold in giggles.
“Can you please back off and give me some privacy?” Cat said with exasperation.
She thought she heard him grumbling but couldn’t be sure. Cat pulled a face. “See what I have to put up with? Oh, I spoke to Immy yesterday. They’re just finishing up Jenner’s tour.”
Jenner was another friend who was a famous country western singer.
“Sampson was in a grouchy mood.”
“Like usual.” Sampson was Jenner’s bodyguard. He was always surly. Maeve had always been closest to him, other than Cat and Immy.
“Right? And Isaiah keeps disappearing all the time.” Isaiah was a tech wizard who hated being on his own. So when Jenner and the others went on tour, he usually tagged along in his own RV.
“Abe was bossing everyone around, I bet,” she said to Cat dryly.
“Of course he was. He doesn’t know how to be anything but bossy.” Abe was Jenner’s manager.
All of them were close, and sometimes they got on each other’s nerves, but it seemed to work for them. Cat and Maeve were the odd ones out in the group since they’d branched off on their own.
Cat because she had Alejandro. Maeve because, well, she just didn’t feel like she fit in with them. Like she had her place. Hanging around with Jenner came with its price. The fame and notoriety weren’t something she was comfortable with. She’d tried to go out to dinner with him about ten months ago, and she’d ended up in the tabloids. That had been the catalyst for her heading off on her own.
There was more knocking. Seemed Cat’s bodyguard was getting impatient.
“Jenner’s groupies are driving Immy insane.”
She sighed and shared a look with Cat. Immy had been in love with Jenner forever, but he didn’t see her as anything other than a sister. She needed to move on, but she kept thinking that one day he’d wake up and want her.
“All right, I better go.Miniñerais going to be barging in here if I don’t.”
She bet the poor bodyguard just loved being called Cat’s nanny.
“Love you. Bye!” She blew kisses at the other woman who pretended to catch them.
Damn, she missed that girl.
After she’d finished the video call, she opened her closet door and checked all the outfits she had. Perhaps she should try going dancing again. If she got a taxi to and from the front door of the club, then nothing would happen, right?
Her stomach rolled anxiously. Then again, maybe not.
Crap.
Maybe she hadn’t been ready. And look what had happened.
Nope. Best she just stayed locked up in this shabby apartment in this crappy neighborhood where she had no chance of seeing sexy Gray again.
Yeah, best she just do that.
5
This was stupid.