14
Lark
“I cannot even believe you convinced me to fly out here,” English said three days later as she dropped her suitcase in my living room and pulled me into a hug. “You’re insane.”
I laughed and hugged her back. “I know, but I couldn’t imagine anyone else in the world taking on Court Kensington.”
“This isn’t even the kind of work I do.”
“Yes, it is,” I said, nudging her.
“Okay, it is. But I’m used to Hollywood. The Upper East Side and politics are their own craziness.”
“Which you already know about because you have me.”
“Knowing and living it is different,” English said. “But…yeah, I mean, I think I could do it.”
“I don’t just think that you could do it. I know you can. That you’d be kick-ass at it. Plus, you were just complaining about your job. How tired you were of all the
