Which—if anyone was keeping score, and Audrey was fairly certain that every member of the band was doing just that—was pushed back two hours because of her late arrival. The looks she got were not exactly smiles. She didn’t know what to say or do, really—she could hardly tell them she’d been in bed with Jack this morning and got a late start—so she just picked up her guitar and said, “Let’s go.” After rehearsal, she wolfed a tuna sub Courtney brought her on the way to hair and makeup. “Have a good time last night?” Courtney asked with a bit of a salacious sneer. “Any of those fantasies come true?” Her expression made Audrey’s heart skip a beat—the girl knew something. It flustered her; she bent down to scoop up Bruno so Courtney wouldn’t see just how much. “What happened to the stuff I asked you to do for the Songbird Foundation?” Audrey asked. “Working on it,” Courtney said, her knowing smile widening a little further. “Work on it harder or I will find someone who will,”
