Chapter 4: Cleaning Up
“I’m hungry again,” J.T. said as I closed the door to our room.
“Of course you are.” I heaved a sigh and hung up my jacket. I was going to spend as much feeding the kid as I had outfitting him. J.T. watched with interest as I rang for room service.
“They’re really going to make me a burger and fries at this hour? And bring it up to the room?”
“They will, but it’s coming out of—”
“I know, my paycheck. I’m not going to have a paycheck at this rate.”
“Not much of one.”
“I’ll have to get a job. And an apartment.”
You could live with me.
Now where in hell had that thought come from?
I stopped the boy before he threw himself onto the bed. “Hang up your jacket and vest so they don’t wrinkle. And you have a job, with the studio.”
“I thought that was just for a mov
