Page 67 of Save the Drama for your Mama
“How was the trip?”
“The best,” Chad said. “Lots of lying around and doing nothing. The good life, you know.”
“What’s the difference?” Cooper asked. “You do that at home.”
“Yeah, you got me there,” his brother said, laughing. “How are things at the casa?”
“Good. Moving right along.”
“You still butting heads with the hottie?”
“Uh, Chad—”
“Seriously—Melody is smokin’ hot. You two should—”
“Chad!” Cooper yelled. “She’s in the car with me right now, and you’re on speakerphone.”
“Hey there!” I said, laughing at how uncomfortable Cooper was.
“Oh, hey, Melody!” Chad said. “Well, I said nothing bad about you. I was just saying you’re gorgeous. Marilyn thinks so, too.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Can I call you when I get home?” Cooper asked.
“I have a better idea,” Chad said. “Join me and Marilyn for dinner tomorrow night at the Del. Six o’clock. We’ve got some great news. We can’t wait to share with you. You’re going to love it.”
“Sounds good,” Cooper said. “And I’ve got some news to share with you.”
“Perfect,” Chad said. “Oh, and Melody, you’re invited.”
Cooper glanced at me, looking for my reaction.
“Me?” I said, surprised by the invitation.
“Of course, Melody. Please come.”
I hesitated. “Okay then . . .”
“Great!” Chad said. “It’s a date. See you tomorrow.”
Before either of us could respond, his brother disconnected the call, then the music from the radio came back on.
I glanced over at Cooper. “What just happened?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious from what my brother said, Hot Stuff,” he said. “Tomorrow night, you and I have a date.”
ChapterSixteen
COOPER
Apparently, Melody Segal was my muse.
Never mind the fact that I had accidentally typedMelodyas the main character’s name in my story twenty-two times in the last chapter. If I continued repeating the same mistake, I would have to consider changing the name of the book toThere’s Something About Melodyor possiblyA Fish Called Melody.
As for the current status of my manuscript, at this rate I was confident I could finish it ahead of the deadline Sal gave me.
I walked up to the iconic red-roofed Hotel del Coronado with my secret muse by my side, in good spirits from my writing progress. It was a perfect summer evening to have dinner with Chad and Marilyn, with the temperature lingering in the mid-70s and a slight ocean breeze rustling through the palms on the property.
