Love Bug (The Prescotts Book 3), Tara Wyatt [best mobile ebook reader .txt] 📗

“You too!” said Lauren, whose normally pale, freckled skin had a nicely burnished, SoCal glow to it. “I’m so sorry we haven’t chatted much lately. Things have been a little nuts, with recording and everything and I let my schedule get away from me.”

“How’s the recording going?” asked Kayla, who looked more relaxed than Willa had seen her look…well, ever. Her blond hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves and she looked like she was glowing, even though her face appeared to be makeup free.

But then who needed makeup when you had a Prescott in your bed to give you multiple orgasms every night? Biting her lip, Willa ignored the jealousy threatening to burn a hole through her sternum.

“We’re finished!” said Lauren triumphantly. “We recorded eighteen tracks in total, with the goal of having twelve or thirteen make the final cut.”

“Do we get to listen?” asked Willa, taking another sip of her tea. A rumble of thunder echoed outside, the rain splatting against her bedroom window even harder.

“Of course. I’ll send you guys the final files as soon as I have them. I’m so nervous to find out what the record label execs think.” She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I hope it’s good enough.” Then she smiled. “But even if they don’t like it, I’m happy with the songs I recorded. I know I put everything I had into it and that feels good, you know?”

Willa nodded. “I’m proud of you, babe. You worked so hard for your dream and you never gave up, and now look at you! A record deal, a gorgeous fiancé. It’s amazing and I’m so thrilled for you, even if I do miss the crap out of you. And you, Kayla,” she said, her eyes flicking across the screen. “I miss both of you.”

“I miss you guys, too,” said Kayla, who was curled up in a leather armchair, a spectacular view of the snow-capped mountains rising up through the window behind her. “I love it out here and I don’t miss the city nearly as much as I thought I might, but I do really, really miss you guys.”

“You should all come visit,” said Lauren, tilting her head to the side and beginning to weave her long red hair into a braid. “We’re in our new place now, so we’ve got lots of room.”

“I’m in,” said Willa. “I could use a break from the city and I’d love to see you guys.”

“Great! I’ll send an email and we can work on nailing down a date. You should come down too, Kayla. I’ll take you guys to all the cool Hollywood hotspots.”

Kayla nodded. “That sounds amazing. Yes. Let’s figure something out.”

“How are Theo and Sebastian?” Willa forced herself to ask. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hear about their relationships. It was just that their happiness was a reminder of everything she didn’t have, including the Prescott she was stuck on.

Lauren grinned. “Theo’s good. He’s up for junior partner at his firm, and I think he’ll get it. If he does, we’re going to go to Mexico to celebrate.” Lauren’s cheeks went pink and she cleared her throat. “I know he misses his family though.”

“I think Bastian does, too,” said Kayla. “But he’s been pretty busy with work. He’s really enjoying it. Coaching is definitely his thing.”

“And what about you?” asked Willa. “Have you figured out what you want to do?”

“I have a couple of job interviews next week, both at non-profit organizations. I think I’d like to do something where I feel like I’m actually making a difference, you know? Not just helping millionaires stay millionaires. I’m tired of that.”

“You want to use your powers for good, not evil,” said Lauren and Kayla laughed. “I get that.”

They talked a bit more about Lauren’s album, a concert she’d recently played, celebrities she’d spotted out and about, the organizations where Kayla was interviewing, and how well Sebastian was doing with everything. Willa was happy to hear that he seemed to have his demons under control.

“You guys won’t believe this crazy client Theo had the other week,” said Lauren, eyes flashing with mischief. “She was a woman in her forties, and she hired Theo to handle her divorce proceedings. I showed up at his office to meet him for lunch and she was totally hitting on him. You should’ve seen how adorably flustered he was. It was like he didn’t know what to do.”

“Did you rescue him?” asked Kayla, fingers pressed to her mouth.

“I did. I came in and introduced myself as his fiancée and the woman left pretty quickly. Poor Theo. He felt so guilty, even though he’d clearly done nothing wrong. I could tell he needed some kind of outlet for it, so I pretended I was a little jealous and we ended up having sex in his office.”

“Um, hello!” said Kayla. “I need details. All the details.”

Lauren blushed and Willa sipped her tea, the liquid curdling in her stomach. It wasn’t like her to feel so jealous, but she knew there were a whole slew of contributing factors. She missed her friends, and she was hung up on the brother of both of their significant others. They’d found what she’d come to realize she not only wanted but craved. That sense of belonging to someone, of being cared for. The hole in her life was more apparent than ever now that both of her closest friends had moved away. The jealousy she felt wasn’t the bitter variety, but more of a soft, tender longing. She wanted what they had, and she knew who she wanted it with.

She also knew she’d be wise to move on, like Mr. 23 had suggested.

“I closed the door after the client left and I asked him who his cock belonged to,” said Lauren, her face practically crimson.

Kayla let out a hoot of laughter. “Oh, I bet he loved that.”

“Considering I was riding him less than five minutes later, I think