The bus is parked behind tonight’s venue. And holy fuck, this place is huge. “Letty,” Jillian says. “Glad you could join us.” Back to being her usual hard-ass self so soon? I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ll bet her uterus is made of rusted iron. I glance around. It’s just her. Jinx and Kate are talking in back. “Where’s everyone else?” “I sent them to the grocery. Since we’re cutting expenses, we’re gonna have to stop eating fast food and start cooking.” I laugh. “You sent a bunch of guys grocery shopping? You didn’t give them any money, did you? They’ll just come back with beer and call it a protein substitute.” Jillian shakes her head. “They have a list. I was very direct with my instructions.” I shrug. “Okay.” “Looks like our social network strategy is working,” Jillian continues. “The event organizer tells me they’re fifty tickets shy of selling out tonight, and about a hundred away for tomorrow.” “And that means…?” “You’re on standby for bikini detail.”
