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It wasn’t a total lie. I did have problems with my internet from time to time.
Except not that night.
“I’m tired,” she said and burrowed closer to me under the duvet. We were both still naked. I wrapped my arms around her, relishing once again the natural closeness the argument at the float ceremony had unleashed.
“We need to get some sleep soon,” I said in her ear.
“I know,” she murmured, kissing me on the shoulder. “But not before I get more of what I want.”
I shifted my body, so I was atop her again. “Happy to oblige, but we’re going to be exhausted tomorrow morning.”
“Let’s hope they send a good makeup person.” She kissed me on the lips and moved her legs so that I could sink between them.
“We’re going to need more than good makeup,” I said against her mouth.
And just like that, Hudson’s email was out of my mind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
ANYA
Good Morning USAdid not supply a makeup artist.
Not that I really expected one, of course. That was a quip I made in the heat of the moment, something I said because I knew I was going to pay for my late night the following morning. And pay I did. There was not enough coffee in the city of New Burlington to help me wake up.
I was so tired I could feel it with every step I took. I might as well have been trudging through pool water higher than my waist. Every movement, every step, every reply took effort.
Somehow, I did it. I got up just after five, went home, took a shower, and spent an obscene amount of time deciding what I’d wear for the interview. When Robert and I reunited at The Green Frog a few minutes after seven, I’d settled on a pair of black wide-leg ankle jeans, a cropped lady jacket sweater in army green, and my tan driving loafers. I also had on more makeup than I’d cumulatively worn in the last year, right down to the double layer of foundation and a pair of false eyelashes I bought the day before, all of it applied with meticulous precision.
“You look stunning,” Robert said when I opened the front door of the store.
“I feel like a Kewpie doll. This is not natural at all.” I stepped aside so he could come into the main space. “But at least the theater makeup class I took in college came in handy.”
Robert glanced at his navy sports coat, jeans, and white oxford shirt. He left the top two buttons undone. “Does this work?”
“I love it.” I pecked him on the lips and shut the door.
