Chapter 7
Dynassy
The next day I was lying out by the pool when my cell phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so I didn’t pick up. You wouldn’t believe the random people who got my number and called me. Honestly, I think sometimes the delivery guys who bring takeout give it out. Maybe they sell it—I’m not sure, but I have to change my number every six months or so to stop a barrage of calls.
“Not gonna answer?” Ivy asked. She’d driven back to LA the night before so she would be here for some fittings for her costumes for “A Barnes 4th.” Now she lay next to me applying lemon juice to her hair, hoping for some “natural highlights.”
“I don’t see you answering your phone,” I snipped.
She snorted. “I’m not the one pining over some guy.”
I ignored her. “You know that will look be
