CHAPTER 47

Myrna set her stack of data on the coffee table between her laptop and cup of chamomile tea and answered her cell phone. Didn’t he realize it was 11 o’clock at night in her time zone?

“Hello?”

“I miss you,” Brian murmured. “Did I wake you?”

She smiled. She missed him, too, but had been getting a lot of work done since she’d returned home. She was almost caught up. Her guilt trip for abandoning her work to enjoy Brian was starting to wane. Just a little. Maybe she could return to him sooner than she’d imagined. “No, I’m still working. How did the music video shoot go today?”

“I’m in all of five shots. Sed’s a total camera hog. The rest of us were bored.” She heard the slur in his voice.

“And so you drank all day,” she guessed.

“We were bored.”

“I’m going to let you go.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m working.” And I can’t stand the sound of your voice when you’re drunk.

“Is that really why?”

“Call me back tomorrow,” she said. “When you’re sober.”

“Myrna?”

She hung up. She sighed and