Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jake
Someone knocked on my bedroom door. “Yes?”
“It’s me, bro,” Bob said as he entered.
I turned away from the window. “Hey, mate. Glad you made it.”
“Never waste a day off. Anyway, I’m up here because Beth asked me to talk to you.”
“Oh?” I checked the mirror.
“She’s worried about you.”
I laughed. “What for?”
“Stuff that’s making the press. You know I don’t care about the tabloids, but bad publicity only counts so far. She said the label’s concerned about what you’ve been up to.”
“They exaggerate. Anyone wants to know how I am, they can ask.”
My best friend held his hands up. “Look, just take it easy tonight so the spies don’t have much to report. And let her get you to work on time. Beth could stand to loosen a button or two, but she’s a nice girl that’s do
