Page 55 of Tied to Hope
One of the other women huffed in disgust, noisily snapping open a magazine to make sure they noticed.
It didn’t deter Brie and she shoulder-bumped Lea back. “I have to agree, and you don’t have to deal with a bunch of stick-in-the-muds.”
“Unless you like that kind of kink,” Lea added, giggling.
Mary strode into the spa looking like she had a chip on her shoulder. Suddenly, all eyes were on her. Even the woman with the magazine put it down to stare at Mary.
After hooking up with Mr. Holloway, Mary had made a definite mark in the acting world. The rude woman stood up and walked straight over to her. “Oh, my God. Can I have your autograph, Miss Wilson?”
Mary frowned. “Do I look like I’m in the mood to sign a fucking autograph?” Shaking her head, she brushed past the woman and walked over to Brie.
“Hey, Stinks.”
Brie had to laugh. Mary fit in perfectly with this kind of crowd.
“How’s life treating you?” Brie asked, scooting over so Mary could sit in between them, protected from any other autograph seekers.
“I’m in a surly mood. Don’t ask.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Lea muttered.
Mary turned to her. “So, how’s single life treating you?”
Brie sucked in her breath. Typical Mary, going straight for the jugular.
Lea answered the question with a joke. “Hey, Mary, how are relationships like algebra?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue.”
“Sometimes you look at your X and wonder Y.”
Mary’s lips actually twitched.
Lea looked at her knowingly. “Deep down in that dark soul of yours, I know you appreciate the brilliance of my jokes.”
Mary laughed. “Tolerate on occasion, maybe, but I mostly just loathe them.”
Without missing a beat, Lea turned to Brie. “Did you know Mary uses lemon juice for her complexion? It’s the reason she always looks so sour.”
One of the other patrons let out a stifled laugh.
Mary wasn’t fazed and egged Lea on. “Seriously, that’s the best you’ve got?”
Lea shrugged. “I figured I’d spare you since I owe you after Liam.”
“Don’t be doing me any favors. I’m used to you being a mosquito, constantly buzzing around and annoying as heck.”
Turning her attention to Brie, Mary asked, “So Stinks, any thoughts on if you’ll be releasing that documentary anytime soon?”
Brie noticed the woman with the magazine lowering it again to look at them.
“Mrs. Davis, we’re ready for you now.” A masseuse from the spa gestured to them to follow her.
“Wait…you’re Brie from that movie about the sex school, aren’t you?” The woman set her magazine down and stood up. “Can I get your autograph?”
Brie turned and walked away without acknowledging the woman, but Mary shot back, “Stop being such a pest and get some class, why don’t ya?”
The woman huffed in indignation, but Brie smiled. Good old Mary never was someone to hold back.
