probably as anxious as I am to get together.”
Master Anderson slid his phone over to her with a sly grin. “Let’s find out.”
Brie knew he was counting on the earliness of the hour to be a deterrent for Lea’s enthusiasm, but she was curious as well to see how her best friend would react to such an early phone call. She picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.
When it went to voice mail, she hung up and called again. Just before it switched to voice mail again, Lea picked up and cried, “Noooooooooooooooooo!”
“No what?” Brie giggled.
“Wait. Brie? Is that you?”
“Yeppers. What the hell are you sleeping in for?”
“I didn’t go to bed until two-thirty, girlfriend.”
“Three and a half hours of sleep should be more than enough.”
Lea gave her a long raspberry.
“Dang, I’ve missed you, woman,” Brie confessed.
“I missed you too, stinky cheese. Although I forgot what a pain you can be.”
“Don’t blame me—Master Anderson was the one who told me to call.”
“No wonder his number showed up on my phone.”
Master Anderson stated, “Tell Ms. Taylor that any plans for retribution had better be tempered by the knowledge that I am allowing her to film with you.”
“What was that?” Lea asked.
“Master Anderson said he’s going to let you scene with Tono if you promise not to get even.”
“Tono! What’s he doing back in the States?”
“He’s Faelan’s donor.”
“Get out!”
“Seems they share the same rare blood type,” Brie told her, smiling at Tono.
“Man, Faelan’s been so negative about the transplant I didn’t think he was going to go through with it.”
“Luckily, Tono is a very convincing man.”
“Oh yes, he is,” Lea purred.
Brie grinned into the phone. “Lucky for you, he wants to show off his new rope tricks. Do you mind if I film the session?”
Lea squealed. “Of course, Brie! But you’d better hang up now because I’ll need my beauty sleep if I’m going to be on camera. Last thing I need it to have the dark circles under my eyes distracting people from my gorgeous boobs.”
“Diva,” Brie teased. She stared at Tono critically and commented, “You know, Tono doesn’t have dark circles, and he’s suffering from jetlag.”
“I need my sleep, stinky cheese.”
“Fine, but you’d better be perky when I see you, Miss Thing.”
“No worries, I’ll be perky like virgin tits.”
Brie giggled. “Before I let you go, I have a joke for you.”
“No way. Lay it on me, girlfriend.”
“How do you know you’re kinky?”
“Tell me, tell me!”
“You know you’re kinky if your favorite dessert is hot-cross buns and you don’t even like sweets.”
Silence met her punch line.
Brie protested. “Seriously, Lea, I laugh at your stupid jokes.”
“Oh wait, was that supposed to be the joke?”
“You weenie!”
Lea giggled hysterically.
“You’re a butt. Go back to bed,” Brie said, hanging up on Lea’s wild laughter.
She shook her head, sliding the phone back to Master Anderson. “After all the bad jokes she’s made me endure…”
“In her defense, it wasn’t funny,” Tono stated.
“It’s not supposed to be funny, Tono. That’s the whole point.”
Master Anderson chuckled. “She got you good.”
“You’re as evil as she is,” Brie grumbled, shoveling rice into her mouth, but inside she was laughing.
One point for you, Lea the Lame.
Before they left for the hospital, Brie made one more quick call. “Hey, Autumn, it’s Brie. I know it’s early, but I’m in town and a dear friend of mine has agreed to do a kinbaku demonstration for my film. Only hitch is that it’ll be happening in the next couple of days. I would love for you to see it. Lea is going to be his sub for the scene, and I think you would enjoy seeing her in action.”
“Oh my goodness, Brie, thanks for the invitation, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but I don’t want to be in your film.”
Brie laughed. “Don’t
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