Page 32 of Falling For Liam
“Oh yes. I’ve already given my choice to your producer. I hope you can get it on.” Dropping my elbows to the worktop, I put my head in my hands and groan as Etta James’ ‘I Just Want To Make Love To You’ fills the room.
Heavy footsteps make me look up and I find a very smug BJ staring down at me.
“You’re welcome,” he says with a wink.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What? You can’t tell me it’s not what you were thinking while you were in here gyrating your hips.”
“I…uh…”
“Exactly. Now you can stop beating around the bush and just fuck him already. Christ knows you both need it.”
Those are BJ’s final words on the matter because, as I stand there with my mouth gawping in shock, he strolls out of the kitchen, looking proud as punch.
I roll my eyes at his retreating back, but I can’t deny he didn’t play it well. As embarrassed as I might be, I really wish I could have seen Liam’s face when he discovered his caller was his best friend trying to embarrass him for his song choices.
Deciding against sitting around the house and waiting to see what happens when Liam reappears after his show, I quickly change out of my pyjamas and head out for a walk. The sun’s shining, so it seems like as good a day as any to have a walk around town and see if there are any jobs going.
* * *
By the time I walk into the shack later that afternoon, I’m not only a little sun burnt after stupidly foregoing sun cream, but I’m a little deflated about the lack of job opportunities. A couple of shops are looking for part-time staff. I left my number for them to contact me if they’re interested, but if I’m going to pay my own way here as well as dig myself out of debt, I’m going to need a little more.
“What’s wrong?” Nic asks the seconds she lays eyes on me.
“Starting over is hard.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” she says with a laugh. “Just give it time. Everything will sort itself out.”
“That’s if I don’t drown in my own debt first,” I mumble, but slam my lips together when I realise I said it out loud.
“Why didn’t you say anything? What do you need?”
“Nic, no. This is my issue, not yours.”
“But—”
“No. You’ve done enough. Like you said, everything will be fine.”
She stares at me for a beat, giving me a silent ear bashing for not accepting her offer of help. “Well, at least tell me you’ve spoken to Lilly to see if Lucas has any jobs going at the hotel.” She must be able to tell by my face that I haven’t. “Liv, seriously.”
“Fine. I will.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I mutter, but I’m not happy about it. I’d rather not have to call in favours.
“Good. We’re having a girls’ night out tonight, by the way.”
“Oh, we are, are we? When was this arranged?”
“When I realised I had the night off and Dec told me he was going out with the guys. It’s perfect; they can go and do their thing, and we can do ours.”
I’m not overly thrilled by the idea, but at least I know I won’t be sitting at home waiting to find out what Liam’s going to say about this morning. “When and where?”
“Go grab some stuff and we’ll get ready at mine. I’m finishing here in about thirty minutes so get a shift on, yeah?”
“When did you get so bossy?”
