She lives!
HUDSON:
Glad you’re all right. Just try to check in more regularly, please.
EDEN:
I can’t make any promises. The world needs me. But no tracking me down, Asher. I’m serious.
ASHER:
Noted.
EDEN:
Talking of unresponsive. Where’s Wyatt? I don’t see you all going crazy over him going radio silent. It’s very sexist, you know?
WYATT:
HUDSON:
See, he’s fine.
EDEN:
So if I just checked in with an emoji, that would be okay?
WYATT:
HUDSON:
NO
ZACH:
Definitely not.
AUTUMN:
That’s a no from me, too, sis.
Before they can ask my opinion, I shake my head and close the chat, a smile playing on my lips. Yes, my family drives me around the twist, but there’s something nice about us all checking in.
And to be honest, I’m just constantly in a good mood right now. Spending the night with Francie will do that to a man. So if they want to be chatty, let them.
Just as long as they don’t start asking me too many questions about why I’m hanging around the Lighthouse so much.
twenty-six
FRANCIE
“I swear to God this was your hottest scene yet,” Autumn tells me breathlessly, as we talk on the phone. “I had to jump on Parker as soon as he walked into the hotel room. The poor guy didn’t know what hit him. Especially when I started begging him to pretend to be a Dragon Rider.”
“Does he even know what a Dragon Rider is?” I ask her. I’m feeling kind of smug at how well the writing is going. For the past week I’ve been on fire. I write all day, then Asher comes to see me after working at the hotel, and we pretty much spend the night tangled in my bed.
I’m starting to get too used to it, truth be told. Which probably means I’m in trouble.
“Well, no. At first he thought I was supposed to be the dragon. But we talked it through and he got the gist. Three times.”