Page 5 of Moon Blind Hearts
“And where exactly is she going to stay? She asked for private housing. Where are you gonna put her and her team? In the barn?”
Cash shrugs. “I can give up my little cabin temporarily. I don’t care.”
“And what about the food provided for a team of four? We’re gonna start off at a loss,” I remind him, shaking my head.
“We’ll figure it out,” Cash argues. “I promise we’ll make back all our money and more.”
“For fuck’s sake, if we’re going into the red?—”
“We won’t!” he swears, grabbing my face and shaking it. “Bro, it’s Vanta fucking Vyxxxen! She’s big. Like big, big. If even a quarter of her clients subscribe to The Velvet Rodeo, we’ll be set for the year!”
I guffaw at his words. “She’s that big?”
“She is,” Sawyer throws in. “Her numbers are wild. Over a million subscribers last I checked.”
Cash rolls his eyes. “Did you not look into the list of people I sent you? You’re supposed to be in charge, which means being informed of stuff like this.”
“I didn’t have time to check out everyone you emailed,” I counter. “Ophelia was refusing to let down again.”
“Again?” Sawyer sighs. “She’s getting pickier.”
“Yeah, she is.” I eye Cash and sigh. “Fine. We do this, but you’re in charge of making the preparations. Also, you’re on tonight, too.”
“Aye, aye, Iron Buckle,” Cash says, saluting me.
I shoot him a glare and slip out the door. I gotta go get different cow feed and see if Ophelia wants any of that. I swear that dairy cow is gonna be the death of me.
If this Vanta Vyxxxen isn’t first, that is.
Chapter 3
Jules
A three-week trip takes far more work than I realized, which is saying something because I move around so much anyways that my belongings mostly stay packed. I’ve learned I can’t stay in one place for longer than six months without my father’s private investigators getting too close. And six months is pushing it. So now, I move almost every four months at this point, and I always change up my pattern.
Which really sucks when you finally find a coffee shop you like only to have to abandon it a few months later. This bitch lives for good coffee. There aren’t a lot of things I wouldn’t do for a good cup of joe.
I’ve already packed all the clothing and essentials I need. Now, Ivy, my personal assistant, and I are working on packing up the equipment we might need while gone. Sure, this is a collaboration and the men of The Velvet Rodeo should have all the equipment needed, but I’ll still need to post content to my own channel outside of the collaboration. Plus, if any requests come in, I don’t want to have to use their equipment for it.
“I don’t think we’re going to need the sound booth or anything,” Ivy says before she straightens and wipes the sweat from her brow. “How much sound can the country have anyways?”
I purse my lips. “You know, you’re probably right. I can’t imagine Steele, Wyoming is louder than the city.” I mark off the sound booth from our packing list. “What about the ASMR mic?”
“Oh, for sure. You have that one regular who asks for a video at least once every few weeks. And he’s about due. Plus, he tips well.”
“Right again,” I say, smiling.
Ivy has been a godsend. Not only is she an amazing personal assistant, but she’s also followed me from city to city without an issue and we’ve ended up being roommates to make things easier. I’d asked her why she was so easily able to move around the country, but she’d only given me a deadpan expression and asked me the same question. We’ve quietly agreed not to broach the subject again. She can keep her secrets just as I’ll keep mine. She’s so damn good at her job, that it hardly matters. She saves my life and my schedule on the daily. Without her, I don’t know where I’d be.
“Knock knock!” a voice calls from the front door.
“In the recording room, Bonnie!” I call to her, smiling when she appears around the door. “I’ve already got all the clothes packed. Are you sure you’re able to go with us?”
“Of course, I’m sure,” Bonnie beams, the wrinkles around her eyes highlighting her age as she smiles. She’s still absolutely beautiful, those bright green eyes holding all the soul and fire she’s carried over from her younger years. From what I understand, Bonnie is quite the activist still despite having been arrested at least a dozen times. I’m still surprised a badass like her is willing to work with my insane schedule.
“A trip out west to see some cowboys? What kind of lady you think I am that I would miss that?” Bonnie adds with a wiggle of her eyebrows before she disappears.
“Do you want me to help with—” I start.
