Page 34 of Two Is Better Than One

"No, but when he sleeps, I get some work done." (That was true, I had done some work while he was sleeping.)

"Okay," she said. "I'll send a driver at nine o'clock. Are you coming on set with me tomorrow?"

"I might go for a little while."

"All right, I'll see you in a little bit. Did you eat?"

"Yes. His cousin brought me a sandwich earlier."

"His cousin brought you a sandwich?" she asked, sounding dumbfounded.

"Yes. Earlier."

"Well, you had quite the adventure today. How did you even get there? You know what? I'm sure it'll just make me worry about you if you tell me. Please tell me where you are, and I'll have Brooks hook up a ride at nine."

"Yeah, thank you. I'll send the address."

I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

I knocked lightly before I came back into AJ's room. "That was my sister," I said. "She's sending a ride at nine."

He patted the place next to him after I said that, and I went over there.

"Your uncle's house is so nice," I said.

"He's got another house in Arkansas that's about four times this size."

"What?"

He nodded. "We all go over there for vacation. Everybody in the whole family and all their significant others can stay there and there would still be room."

"Is it a cabin?"

"No," he said. "It's just a house on the lake. A beautiful, big house. I'm going over there this summer if you want to come with me."

"Don't tempt me, Adam James," I said sitting next to him.

"I'm trying to tempt you," he said. "I'm not able to think about having fun at the lake house right now, but I know once I'm there, I'm going to wish you took me seriously and were there with me." He regarded me with those shining, amazing ice blue eyes, and I felt like putty in his hands.

"AJ, I feel really bad. Is it possible that Garrett Coleman could have made you sick on purpose? Can a person even do that?"

"No. I don't know. Why?"

I shrugged and looked downward, feeling guilty. "I overheard a piece of a conversation yesterday at Vincent's house. Some guys were talking, and one of them said he did something to the food to make someone sick. He said it was a sandwich. Did you eat a sandwich?"

"Yes. My cousin texted earlier today to ask me that same thing."

"Because I told him this already. I heard someone say that they gave someone a bad sandwich."

AJ thought about it and then shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think that dude would have any reason to do that to me except for you, which no one knows about us."

"He might've seen us. Do you think it's possible that he likes me enough that he would do this to you? Do you think he would be capable of that? If so, how would you prove it? Would it be a crime? Do we call the cops?"

AJ smiled a little. "Even if he did it, which I don't think he did, we have no way to prove it. And it didn't kill me. I'm still alive. I'm better than I was a few hours ago."

I sat back after AJ's statement, dazedly focusing on the intro to the movie he had put on. AJ reached over and held my hand. I wanted to say so much to him. I wanted him to assure me again that it couldn't have been Garrett's fault, but I was quiet, watching the movie.

"He also told me I made fifty thousand dollars today," AJ added.

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