CHAPTER 22
“Of course you want to help, darling. You want Grace to be happy, don’t you?” Faye asked Phoenix, after cornering Grace’s waif producer at the hotel spa.
Faye was leaving the spa after a marvelous massage and facial and wasn’t sure why Phoenix was there, though it was obvious by her clothes, a black tank top, and a pair of baggy cargo pants with a walkie talkie clipped on the waistband, the poor thing was working.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand what it is you want me to help with,” Phoenix said quietly, her big eyes blinking behind thick glasses.
Faye sighed, utterly exhausted at the idea of having to explain again to Grace’s meek little producer about the lovely surprise birthday party she was trying to organize in secret.
She smiled as sweetly as possible, as if she was a
