No, he did not want to do any interviews right now. Yes, Bailey was on target with his recovery. No, he would not be willing to fly to California for a few meetings. For every email he answered, ten more appeared in his Inbox. He rubbed a hand over his face and eyed his cell phone. More than anything, he wanted to call Lexie and setup their dinner date, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate being called at three o’clock in the morning. Bailey groaned in his sleep and the sheets rustled with his restless movement. It was the third time in the last few minutes he’d shifted. Unsure if it was a dream or genuine discomfort, Oliver studied his brother’s back another moment to make sure he was going to stay asleep. His phone buzzed on the end of the couch. Michelle. It’d been what, six months since he’d last heard from her? He let it ring and didn’t move to pick it up until the voicemail icon lit up. Olie, I’m down in Australia on a shoot and have been completely cut off from real civilization.
