Chapter 22This had turned into one hot week. We’d made up for all the time we’d been apart, signed a bunch of contracts, spent a load of money, and had two new businesses ready to go into production.
When we got home Friday afternoon, Chris and I went right upstairs and stripped. No matter how fast you ran through the rain, you always got splashed. Our hair was damp and frizzed. I ran some warm water into the bathtub and added Epson salts.
“What a week! I worked harder here in the last two days than in Hollywood filming every day,” Chris moaned.
“Good. Get in the tub. That will make you feel better.”
“I’ve just got tomorrow, then I go back.”
“I’ll go back with you. I need to get George Hansen’s signature on a couple things. I have two other clients out there I should have a talk with.
