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Los Angeles- 2009
“Thanks,” Tina said as she closes the cab door after having to pay a grossly amount to get back to her house. Walking up the front porch and opening up the front door of the house, Tina sees Madeline on the phone sitting on the couch.
“Hi, Ms. Kennard. I didn’t know you were coming home so early,” Madeline said getting up from the couch and ending the phone call.
“I’m not staying. I just have to pack. I’m sure Bette and the rest of our friends will be coming home a bit earlier though,” Tina replied heading up the stairs. “We’ll still pay you in full, don’t worry.”
Not even hearing her reply, Tina heads into the master suite to pick up her suitcase and started to fill her luggage full of clothing. Hearing her cell phone going off, she picks it up fulling expecting it to be Bette.
“Look, I’m sorry I can’t explain much-“
“Woah, girl who you think this is?” Will said on the other end.
“Hey…sorry. I thought it would be Bette.”
“Ivy said you were coming out here… I made up the guest bed.”
“You know I love you right?” Tina said going into the back of her closet to grab her safe which holds her gun and credentials.
“Of course…I’m the best partner you ever had,” Will laughed deeply. “I do expect a shoulder rub when you get here though.”
“Shove it,” Tina smiled zipping her suitcase up, then turning around to find some clothes to wear on the plane.
“Shove it, where?”
Rolling her eyes and smiling… “I missed you.”
“Awe, Kenny. I’m real touched you know.”
“Excuse me…” Tina muttered putting the phone on speaker.
“Oh right, I miss you too,” Will snickered on the other end. “Hey so I still can’t cook so you’re gonna have to be doing the cooking otherwise we are sticking to Chinese and protein shakes.”
“Will…you’re 37 years old.”
“I’m buying you a cooking book for your birthday…” the blonde muttered again as she slipped on a sweatshirt.
“You’re the best damn work wife a guy can ask for…”
“Your sarcasm is annoying me, Will.”
Laughing on the other end of the line… “So, I can’t wait to see you. It’s been a minute.”