Chapter Thirteen
Charleston tapped with care at Amanda's motel room door, while he fiddled with his phone.
She wrenched it open with visible annoyance. “What now?”
“Would you do an interview for Planet Charleston?”
“For what now?”
“It's my podcast.”
“Eh.” She shielded her eyes from the intense glare reflecting off the cars. “I don't think so. They're so boring.”
“But not mine. Mine are short. Ten minutes and out. Tops. Plus we get high as fuck.”
“I'm not gettin' high on camera. Are you insane? I told you I'm a good girl. GOOD GIRL. Do the math.”
“No, no. You're right. I'm just saying we could amp it up so it's not so dull. But it's not required. It is free exposure.”
She rolled her dazzling green eyes. “Not today, thank you, Charles.”
“Like, like you're a minor celeb. This is ce
