One minute, we’re all sitting at a dark little pub called Birdie’s, grabbing a few drinks and some food. A few Google Alerts, some angry phone calls, and a hasty back door exit later, and Allie’s cowering in the hotel elevator with a panicked look on her face. Leah is scowling, cartoon steam practically coming out of her ears. Ryker just seems relieved that his hoard of fans didn’t catch him. Sydney turns to us, hopefully to explain what the fuck is going on around here. “So someone overheard a conversation me and Allie had earlier this morning and they heard us last night in your suite, Leah. That’s why Drew called, to tell us about another CelebCast article.” Allie starts trembling and cowers into my side. What the…? “Someone recorded you and wrote about it?” I can’t hide my shock at finding out that people I know are being spied on by tabloids. Ryker had mentioned something about a tabloid, but didn’t really go into detail. I figured it was the usual bullshit, not that they were planting recording devices in private hotel rooms.
