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noticed, that was all, which meant he wasn't completely dead.
At the moment, it only served to remind him that he needed to call her and make sure Olivia hadn't gone off the deep end. While he waited for Jack, he flipped open his cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hello!"
He recognized the singing voice as Mamie's mother, with whom he was becoming very well acquainted. "Hi, Mrs. Banks. Eli McCain."
"Oh, hello, Eli! How are you today?" she trilled.
"Great. Is Marnie around?"
"Oh no, she's gone shopping. And you'll never guess with who!"
Oh,
Christ
. "Who?" he asked obligingly, knowing very well who.
"
Olivia Dagwood
!" her mom shrieked in a whisper. "She drove here
herself
and picked Marnie up!"
Great. Fabulous. He'd told Marnie that Olivia was not to drive. The paparazzi would be all over her, and if they found out who Marnie was, the whole thing would be blown. And he could just imagine what was going on with the so-called shopping trip, too. He didn't trust Olivia Dagwood as far as he could throw her, and given that she might weigh ninety-five pounds, that was pretty damn far.
"Does Marnie have a cell phone, Mrs. Banks?" he asked.
"No, she doesn't," her mother sighed. "I'm upset with her about that because
I
think she needs one, you know, because women can't be too careful these days. But what did she do? She cancelled her cell phone because she couldn't afford it. Now her father and I offered to pay for it, but she said oh no, she has her pride and—"
"Well if you hear from her, would you ask her to give me a call?" he politely interrupted. "She has my number."
"Oh sure, sure, I'll do that. Bye now!" she sang, and clicked off.
Eli frowned, punched the phone book on his cell, and retrieved Vince's number. Maybe Vince would have Olivia's cell phone number on him.
THEY were supposed to be brainstorming ideas for Olivia's wedding organizer. Marnie had sectioned it into budget, task timelines, vendors, themes, food, flowers, decorations, and photography. But Olivia was adamant about starting their talks with the wedding cake. Her idea for a wedding cake was pretty spectacular, too—six tiers and covered in edible flowers. Pretty fancy for a woman who really wasn't into weddings.
"Remember," Marnie said gently, "that we'll have to have it flown in."
"How much could it cost? And besides, have you ever been to a wedding that didn't have a
cake
?" Olivia had asked forlornly on the phone. "I can't even
think
about a wedding if I can't have cake."
That sounded very Marie Antoinette-ish, but Marnie figured Olivia had to be a little goofy to be such a great actress. Didn't all artists have their quirks? "Okay," she said slowly, her mind already racing ahead to how they'd have a wedding cake from some famous chef flown in.
"Listen, why don't we meet for coffee and make a list of potential chefs I would even consider," Olivia suggested brightly. Marnie was all over that idea and suggested a couple of low-profile places they could meet up. She was certain Eli would be proud of her for thinking low-profile.
But Olivia blew that by saying, "Oh, I'll just pick you up!"
Warning bells sounded in Mamie's brain—Eli had said
Olivia was not to drive and risk putting the paparazzi on their trail.
"Ah… why don't I come to you—"
"Nonsense! Anyway, I just got a brand new Lamborghini SUV and I am
dying
to take it out," Olivia said brightly. "Don't you want to ride in it?"
Well of course she did. Who
wouldn't
want to ride in a Lamborghini anything? Okay, maybe there was one stick-in-the mud who sprang to mind—she could see Eli in her mind's eye, and he didn't like it.
But she didn't say no.
When Olivia arrived, she did not slip into the neighborhood unnoticed. All the men on the street who were out tending their lawns stopped whatever they were doing to watch her SUV slide by, and even worse, Mom's book club—who Marnie was beginning to believe lived in the basement—were all in the living room.
She knew her
At the moment, it only served to remind him that he needed to call her and make sure Olivia hadn't gone off the deep end. While he waited for Jack, he flipped open his cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hello!"
He recognized the singing voice as Mamie's mother, with whom he was becoming very well acquainted. "Hi, Mrs. Banks. Eli McCain."
"Oh, hello, Eli! How are you today?" she trilled.
"Great. Is Marnie around?"
"Oh no, she's gone shopping. And you'll never guess with who!"
Oh,
Christ
. "Who?" he asked obligingly, knowing very well who.
"
Olivia Dagwood
!" her mom shrieked in a whisper. "She drove here
herself
and picked Marnie up!"
Great. Fabulous. He'd told Marnie that Olivia was not to drive. The paparazzi would be all over her, and if they found out who Marnie was, the whole thing would be blown. And he could just imagine what was going on with the so-called shopping trip, too. He didn't trust Olivia Dagwood as far as he could throw her, and given that she might weigh ninety-five pounds, that was pretty damn far.
"Does Marnie have a cell phone, Mrs. Banks?" he asked.
"No, she doesn't," her mother sighed. "I'm upset with her about that because
I
think she needs one, you know, because women can't be too careful these days. But what did she do? She cancelled her cell phone because she couldn't afford it. Now her father and I offered to pay for it, but she said oh no, she has her pride and—"
"Well if you hear from her, would you ask her to give me a call?" he politely interrupted. "She has my number."
"Oh sure, sure, I'll do that. Bye now!" she sang, and clicked off.
Eli frowned, punched the phone book on his cell, and retrieved Vince's number. Maybe Vince would have Olivia's cell phone number on him.
THEY were supposed to be brainstorming ideas for Olivia's wedding organizer. Marnie had sectioned it into budget, task timelines, vendors, themes, food, flowers, decorations, and photography. But Olivia was adamant about starting their talks with the wedding cake. Her idea for a wedding cake was pretty spectacular, too—six tiers and covered in edible flowers. Pretty fancy for a woman who really wasn't into weddings.
"Remember," Marnie said gently, "that we'll have to have it flown in."
"How much could it cost? And besides, have you ever been to a wedding that didn't have a
cake
?" Olivia had asked forlornly on the phone. "I can't even
think
about a wedding if I can't have cake."
That sounded very Marie Antoinette-ish, but Marnie figured Olivia had to be a little goofy to be such a great actress. Didn't all artists have their quirks? "Okay," she said slowly, her mind already racing ahead to how they'd have a wedding cake from some famous chef flown in.
"Listen, why don't we meet for coffee and make a list of potential chefs I would even consider," Olivia suggested brightly. Marnie was all over that idea and suggested a couple of low-profile places they could meet up. She was certain Eli would be proud of her for thinking low-profile.
But Olivia blew that by saying, "Oh, I'll just pick you up!"
Warning bells sounded in Mamie's brain—Eli had said
Olivia was not to drive and risk putting the paparazzi on their trail.
"Ah… why don't I come to you—"
"Nonsense! Anyway, I just got a brand new Lamborghini SUV and I am
dying
to take it out," Olivia said brightly. "Don't you want to ride in it?"
Well of course she did. Who
wouldn't
want to ride in a Lamborghini anything? Okay, maybe there was one stick-in-the mud who sprang to mind—she could see Eli in her mind's eye, and he didn't like it.
But she didn't say no.
When Olivia arrived, she did not slip into the neighborhood unnoticed. All the men on the street who were out tending their lawns stopped whatever they were doing to watch her SUV slide by, and even worse, Mom's book club—who Marnie was beginning to believe lived in the basement—were all in the living room.
She knew her
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