“No,” she said at last. “I don’t need you to come tearing out here. I’ve made a date with a nice bottle of Jose Cuervo Reserve, and I think I’ll call in sick tomorrow.”
“Good plan,” I replied, trying to keep the relief out of my voice. “Go shopping and buy yourself something completely frivolous.”
“I plan on it,” she said. “I saw this amazing pair of Christian Louboutin shoes over at a shop on Montana. They are fierce, and they will be mine.”
“Nothing like a little retail therapy,” I agreed. “I’d call in and go shopping with you, but we’re shipping the magazine starting tomorrow, and the only excuse for not coming in is death. Or maybe Ebola.”
Nina laughed. “That’s all right. I’m just glad I was able to get hold of you.” She paused, then said, “Thanks, Christa.”
“I’m here if you need
