CHAPTER 22
MR. TIMBERLAKE WOKE me up, and I snatched my phone off the nightstand, almost dropping it in my haste. I juggled it from one hand to the other before finally getting it pressed against my ear.
“Eli?”
“Sugar, I fell asleep.”
Oh, thank goodness!
Calm down, Tia. Deep breaths. Don’t freak the hot, sexy cowboy out.
“That’s okay; it makes a change. Normally it’s me who falls asleep on you.”
“Still, I didn’t want to miss a moment of talking to you. I’ll drink more coffee tonight. How was the show?”
I gave him an update on the corpses, the clothes, and the DJ, carefully avoiding any mention of the twelve hotties we’d had parading around in their underwear. Well, eleven. Clearly, my brother didn’t count.
“Sounds amazing. And Ishmael fired his other assistant? For real?”
“I thin
