The Calls [Jaime Preciado] [Book 2]

November 9th

November 9th, 2014.

“Lily? What’d your brother say?”

“What do you think he said?”

“He probably said no…”

“You’re mostly wrong.”

“What?”

“He said I could fly out for my birthday to San Diego instead of you coming here. Toni has to come, too. If that’s okay…”

“…are you bullshitting me? Of course it’s okay! Oh, my God; I have to clean up. This place is a mess–”

“Hime, you have more than a month to clean.”

“That’s not enough time!”

“Get the guys to help you. Toni says she’s fine with sleeping on the couch or something. We don’t need beds–”

“Nonsense. You can have my bed. She can share it, unless she really wants the pull-out-bed in the couch.”

“She’s okay with the pull-out-bed.”

“You got it. How long are you planning on staying?”

“I don’t know; when are you going on tour next? We’ll leave before that–”

“Oh, hush! You stay as long as you want, even if it’s while we have a tour going on.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am. Now, let me go clean up – I’ll call you A.S.A.P., okay?”

“Mhm. Okay. Talk to you soon, Jamie.”

“I thought you forgot about that nickname! Ugh, dammit! So close…”

“…how could I ever forget it?”

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