I FELT LIKE a total prick for flirting with Maureen and then taking her phone number, but it was for Chelsey’s own good. I needed to distance myself from her and had even decided that after the shopping spree, I’d drop them both off at the castle. Then, I’d go back to Romania until the European tour began in a few weeks.
“I wonder what’s crawled up her butt?” remarked Melody, grabbing another shirt from a rack of clothes. “She knows you’re going to run into fans. It’s nothing to get jealous about.”
“It happens a lot. Especially in Europe,” I answered, pulling out my cell phone, which was ringing. When I noticed the caller, I cringed.
“Hey, Liam,” I answered.
“Where in the hell is my BMW?”
I chuckled. “I borrowed it. The girls needed a ride into town and I couldn’t fly them there.”
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