Page 100 of For Eva

Date: December 3, 2008 9:48PM

Subject: #@*($&@#$&@!!!

Denise. Denise, Denise, Denise!

You’re never going to believe who just called me. Like, back to back crazy-ass phone calls. And before you yell at me for deeming this “phone-worthy news,” I did try to call but got your voicemail at home and on your cell.

OK. So tonight I was watching TV with the boys and the phone rang. The landline. And I wouldn’t normally answer a number I don’t know, but it was a LA area code, and I thought you’d been kidnapped. Do not ever question my love for you.

I picked it up, and it wasn’t you. Obviously it wasn’t you because it was—are you ready for this?—DANNY KINCAID. Your eyes are not deceiving you. DANNY FUCKING KINCAID. He told me that he read the article inRolling Stoneand he sawme in Nashville when he was here for work and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me since then and he was sorry for what he’d done to me.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Anyway, I ended up cussing him out (oh my God, it felt so good), and just after I hung up on him, the phone rang again. Another LA area code. So I answered and told him to never call me again, but it wasn’t him, Denise. It wasn’t him because it was Eric. Yes, that Eric.

He said he appreciated me doing an interview for the article and that he’s coming to Nashville a couple days after Christmas, and he wants to see me. I said yes.

Was that right? Was that wrong? What am I doing, Denise?

S.O.S.

From: Denise Abbott

To: Eva Mitchell

Date: December 3, 2008 11:54PM

Subject: Re: #@*($&@#$&@!!!

OH. MY. GOD.

The only reason I’m not calling you right now is because it’s nearly midnight there, and I don’t want to disturb your beauty sleep because you need to look amazing when you see ERIC STRATTON.

Holy shit, Eva! You are 100% doing the right thing! Call me first thing tomorrow, and I’ll tell you all the reasons why. Okay, I’ll tell you one now. BECAUSE HE’S ERIC FUCKINGSTRATTON AND HE WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU BUT YOU COULD NEVER FUCKING ADMIT IT.

Also, Danny can go suck a dick.

Muah and call me.

From: Eva Mitchell

To: Denise Abbott

Date: December 4, 2008 7:13AM

Subject: Re: #@*($&@#$&@!!!

Stop with the whole “he was in love with you” thing. We were just good friends with a shared love of crab rangoon and KISS, and I ruined that by vanishing. For some reason, he’s decided not to hate me for it. I’m not sure why, but maybe he’ll tell me why when I see him.

Oh my God, I’m going to see him.

What if he just wants to meet me so he can yell at me in person? And tell me how horrible I am for disappearing on him?

Oh shit. Maybe I shouldn’t go. I can’t deal with that.

I’m calling you in exactly two hours. Or call me if you get this first.

Going to throw up now.

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