I decided I’d better call Brook back.
“Hey, do these snowmobiles come with gear?” I asked.
“Worried you might get cold?” she teased.
“I have stuff, but I’m not sure about everyone else.”
“David, can I give you a tip?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Quit worrying about everyone else. I bet they can figure it out. This is something I had to learn. Even though I have the money to do pretty much what I want, I don’t want my friends thinking I’ll take care of everything. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to them. If they don’t have the gear and get wet and cold, I bet it’ll be worth it to have fun. Would you let that stop you?” she asked.
“I get it. I sometimes assume I need to look out for everyone, but I really don’t. Thanks, Brook. I appreciate you straightening me out,” I admitted. “I remember wearing sweats over my jeans to go sledding. It helped some, but I had the best time.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll check and make sure there are helmets. I’m sure my parents will want them for Thanksgiving,” she said, and then her voice turned sexy. “What are you doing right now?”
“Driving to your house?”
“Good answer.”
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As soon as I pulled in the driveway, Brook came out of the house and got into my car. She pointed me to an access road that led to the cabins. I was glad she didn’t want to walk. We stepped inside and it was chilly, since they kept the heat down when no one was using them.
“Can you start a fire?” she asked.
I smiled when I saw the gas fireplace with an automatic starter. All I had to do was open the flue and turn it on.
“David, fire,” I grunted.
I was sometimes not as funny as I thought I was, or that’s what I’d been told. I personally thought people were jealous of my comic genius. Brook turned on some music and found me a Mountain Dew. There was a big fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. Brook sat down on it, and I joined her.
“Halle is such a bitch,” Brook moaned.
That was so unlike Brook that I laughed.
“Why is that?”
“She gets you alone for two months. You’ll forget all about me when you’re gone.”
“Brook Davis, I thought you were a stronger woman than that. I also thought you knew I wasn’t ready to make a commitment to anyone. You have nothing to fear from Halle,” I assured her.
“Bullshit, David. If it weren’t for your stupid ‘no girlfriend’ rule, you can’t tell me that Halle wouldn’t have a serious shot at you. You’ll be living under her roof for two months. If I know that girl, she’ll be giving you morning oral each day just to make it start better. How am I supposed to compete against that?” Brook asked.
“Okay, let me take those in order. First of all, the ‘no girlfriend’ rule isn’t stupid,” I said as Brook rolled her eyes at me. “Yes, Halle would have a serious shot, but so would you. Do I need to tell you all the reasons I like you? I shouldn’t have to because you know I care for you a lot.
“Yes, I’ll be living with Halle. Did you know that they have security cameras all over the house?” I asked.
“No.”
I didn’t tell her that Halle and I’d had sex and I was sure it had been caught on the security cameras at their house here.
“I’ll admit that if she gives me oral every morning, you might have a serious problem. You do know that the little head does most of my thinking,” I teased her.
Brook leaned over and put her hand on my groin.
“What are you thinking right now?” she asked.
“I’m thinking that you better bring your ‘A’ game if you want me not to forget about you.”
“Shut up, ‘stupid boy,’” she said and then kissed me.
Brook was in a playful mood and pinned me to the ground.
“You have to do what I tell you since this has to hold me for two months.”
“Surely Tracy told you about all the sex toys I have in my apartment. I bet you can figure out how to open the lock and go satisfy your desires while I’m not here.”
“Shut up and make me a happy girl.”
We were naked soon after that. I took my time and brought my ‘A’ game. I needed Brook to remember me as much as she wanted me to remember her. After spending time with Zoe, I had some serious staying power. We were each a wreck when we were done. I believe you could give that ‘two thumbs up’ for mission accomplished.
◊◊◊ Monday November 23
I skipped my run this morning and made a pot of steel-cut oatmeal and chopped-up fruit for breakfast. As I worked on the morning meal, I recalled last night; it made me smile. Reflecting a bit more, it seemed each of my special girls, the ones I hated seeing with another guy, were making sure I didn’t forget about them in LA. What they didn’t seem to realize was I never would, and never could, forget them.
I was surprised when Caryn was the first one down this morning. She had taken a couple of days to adjust to the time change.
“Did you make enough for everyone?”
“Yes, ma’am. I wouldn’t send you out on a day like today on an empty stomach.” I turned just in time to see Duke head for the stairs. “Duke! Get back here. Let Mom and Dad sleep.”
I’d have to keep an eye on him because he loved to wake them up.
“So, what are you doing today?” I asked.
“I’m taking the scripts over to Rita James to peruse. Then I plan to spend the afternoon talking to Kendal and getting a handle on all your business ventures. She said she’d ask the accountant to come in and we’ll conference in Tyler. I hope to speak to your grandmother and uncle about the farm on Wednesday. Then I’ll catch a flight back to California and spend the weekend with my parents. I’ll see you when you get into LA. Rita said I could stay with her while you’re there.”
“Are you going to confirm with Saul which scripts we like?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ve already told him James Bond, Star Wars, the Japanese commercial, and those two others we picked out. Is it okay if I suggest a couple more if Rita says they’re good?” she asked.
That was what we agreed on, so I was good with what she’d told Saul so far.
“As long as I’m not a rapist, emotionally challenged, or baby abandoner of some kind. If you find one where I get to make love to Hannah Minacci, I’ll pay to do that role. That reminds me, get on Frank about flooding her social media account with Prom requests. I think I’m starting to wear her down.”
“You live in a fantasy world. There is no way that you could get Hannah Minacci to even take your call, let alone go to Prom with you,” Caryn challenged.
I pulled out my phone and called Adrienne.
“Hey, boss. Can you do me a solid?” I asked.
“David, how did you get my cell number?” she asked.
“That new girl who answers your phones isn’t very bright. I explained I was a VIP model and needed 24/7 access to my agent. I might have sent her a few pictures.”
“Of you or me?” she asked.
“Adrienne, please tell me she’s gorgeous and bi. We could have so much fun,” I suggested.
“Someone has to turn 18 before I’d even consider that. Now, what do you want?”
“I need to talk to Hannah Minacci,” I said.
“There’s no way I’m giving you her number. It’s bad enough that you stalk her on social media. She’d never talk to me again if I did that.”
“Then, three-way us in.”
“Why?” Adrienne asked.
“I hired a new manager, and she doesn’t believe I can get Hannah Minacci on the phone.”
“David! You need to have a better reason than that,” Adrienne complained.