Page 82 of Kiss Marry Kill
Last night, Taylor and Nell had come over and distracted her by talking her ear off about the tour while eating greasy food and drinking wine. She’d mentioned that Tamara had come by and Megan had suggested giving her a chance to work with their makeup artist, Lisa, on tour. Tamara, Nelly, and Taylor had grown up together like sisters. Megan had always felt a little guilty for taking Tamara’s place in the band and this would be a chance to ease her guilt while doing something nice for Tamara. It had taken a lot to convince Taylor, but with Nelly’s help, finally Taylor relented and agreed to give her a shot.
Picking up her cell, Megan called Tamara the next day. “Hey, Tamara, it’s Megan.”
“Hi, Megan.”
“Hey, so I spoke to the girls and what do you think about coming on tour with us? I know it’s short notice but Lisa, our makeup artist, could use some help.”
Tamara yelled into the phone. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. You were part of the original crew. We’d love to have you back, even if it’s doing makeup. I mean, if you’re up for it.”
“I’ll quit work right now.”
Megan laughed. “Text me your email address. I’ll have Logan send you the info and the contract, and if you’re cool with it, we’ll see you bright and early on Sunday.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She sounded so excited it made Megan happy to be doing this for her. People made mistakes and Tamara was clearly trying to learn from them and better herself.
The next call was to her parents. She had been avoiding them, communicating mostly through texts. “Hi, Mother.”
“Megan Cruz! We’ve been worried sick.”
“I know, Mother. I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay?”
“I am now. Ryan’s in jail.”
“I know. But you—are you okay? You’ve been dodging our calls.”
“I’m sorry. I was sore yesterday. But I’m better today. Getting ready for the tour.”
“You’re still going?” Her mother, the calm, cool and collected attorney, practically yelped.
“Of course I am.”
“But you were almost killed!”
“But I survived, and now he’s in jail and I’m safe.”
“You’ll be safe when you get a different job,” Rose said. Megan rolled her eyes and sighed.
“God, Mother. Are we still doing this? It’s been five years. I’m twenty-eight years old. I’ve made millions of dollars. This is not a job, it’s my career. It’s my dream. I’m living my dream, how many people can say that?”
“Me. I can say that.”
“Well, that’s great. I’m so happy you guys are doing exactly what you love. You both set out to be attorneys and became the best lawyers in Florida. But I never wanted to do that. Never.”
“Before you met that Jackson . . .”
“No, Mother. Never. Maybe I came to the realization after I met him, but I was unhappy way before meeting him and deciding to pursue music.”
“Meg—“
“Mom, I’m not doing this. I called to ask you for a favor, but forget it. I’ll call you when I’m back from the tour.”
Her mother exhaled loudly. “I’m sorry. You’ve had a hard week. I’ll stop. Tell me, what it is you needed.”
“I need you to watch Rambo while I’m gone.” Megan said. She had told her mother about Rambo during one of their brief phone calls. Originally, she had planned to take him on tour, but it was going to be too hectic and crowded and she felt it wasn’t safe.
