man I didnât like.â And just like that, sheâd made up her mind to like Neal as much she sometimes pretended to dislike Dyanne.
Fallon turned to the door to wave to Neal as he brought in her luggage before assessing the fruit. âI see you found a decent store out here in this wilderness. I was thinking there would be some good mango down here in Florida. It looks good, but this fruit ainât tasting like much. Weâre going to have to stock up in Miami.â
Dyanne took a breath. Miami was not on Fallonâs book tour schedule. In fact, the tour wasnât even supposed to start for another month. She still wasnât sure why Fallon was in her house, how sheâd found it or how long she planned to stayâalthough the entire Louis Vuitton luggage collection Neal had just deposited in her living room gave her some idea. There was no point in trying to rush Fallon. If Dyanne were honest, she wasnât sure she wanted to. As much as they fought, somewhere along the way, the two of them had become friends. They just knew better than to admit it.
âAnyway,â Fallon screamed over the whir of the blender creating the awful-looking green mango-spinach drink she loved above all else. âSteve and I got to talking about this Jesus thing and he was saying how sometimes he wondered about everything, too. You know, God and all?â
She stopped and lifted the lid of the Vita Mix, stirring things around. âHeâs getting old, you know. Even rich men start thinking about God when they realize theyâre not Him. Itâs always a shock, I think. Anyway, I told Steve about how Jesus brought me through when my husband took up with that girl and left me, how He helped me get through school and showed me how to write books to help folksâ¦and he got real quiet. Sort of like you are right now.â
Dyanne was quiet. She loved Fallon, but the way she could just disarm herself and strip bare, unloading her life in front of strangers, or worse yet, people she knew, like Steve Chaise, made Dyanne crazy.
And yet, backstage at that Gospel Broadcasting set, Dyanne had found herself swaying into the curtains with teary eyes, feeling weak and emotional. Sheâd wondered then if she wasnât already pregnant. Itâd be an easier explanation than her show of feeling. She wondered if sheâd ever be pregnant now. Fallon still had a bomb to drop, and Dyanne wasnât sure that sheâd be able to catch it this time.
Fallon reached up and got two goblets and poured some of her Green Mama as she called it into both glasses until they were half-full. Dyanne took a sip without a fight, knowing that it always tasted better than it looked. Besides, the last pregnancy book sheâd read had said that nutrition six months before conception was as important, if not more, than nutrition during pregnancy. Maybe there was hope of a baby after all since she was still thinking about such things.
âSteve and I talked about it and we agreed that I should write an inspirational book. You know, what I normally do, but with Bible verses and my testimony. He has some big people lined up for the launch of the Christian line evidently and he wants this bookââ
Dyanne managed to swallow. âWhat book?â
âThe one I came here to write. Pay attention, girl. It has to be done by the end of the month and then weâre off on tour. Surprise! Now, whereâs my bed?â
After clutching the counter, Dyanne tossed back her whole glass of green mush, swallowed hard and pointed upstairs. It was all she had the strength to do.
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âItâs not so bad. It might even be fun having Fallon here,â Neal said the next evening while caressing Dyanneâs back. âLook at the upside, youâll probably get a juicy bonus out of this and you didnât even know what was going on.â
Dyanne sighed and lowered her voice to a whisper. âThatâs just
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