Page 40 of Too Many Stars to Count (Sun, Moon & Stars #3)

You wait twenty-two days to contact me and that’s what you say?>

Hi, Maeve. I’ve missed you too.>

You know I don’t give a flying fuck what Mars is doing in Cancer, right?>

I know that I was right to assume Mars being in Cancer was making you feel unstable. You certainly seem a bit aggressively perturbed by something. Which I’ve also missed, by the way.>

I’m perturbed by your assumption that I give a leprechaun’s left nut what Mars is up to right now. And I’ve missed you thinking I do, by the way.>

Well, if it makes you feel better Mars is my ruling planet so I’ve been having the opposite effect. I’ve actually been starting to feel some clarity about certain things in my life.>

Like what?>

I’m holding my breath here.>

About to pass out.>

Sorry, was doing Jessica’s morning physio with her.>

How is she? Say hi for me.>

She’s actually doing really well. I think Prince and Taylor being around a lot is really helping.>

That’s good. I liked Taylor too. And Prince. Obvs.>

Obvs.>

So are you going to tell me? About this new clarity of yours?>

You really want to know?>

Christ above I asked, didn’t I?>

I see you are the same as always.>

Fucking hell, Loncey. Would you just tell me!>

My work. I’ve been having some new ideas about what I want to do for work.>

You mean you don’t want to fuck for a living anymore?>

And you’ve left me hanging again. Not a good look, Loncey.>

Sorry. I’m not sure if I want to fuck on camera anymore, yes. I think I’d like to try directing.>

Become a porn director? I don’t think you’ve got enough chest hair to do that.>

I will try really hard to grow some.>

Who would you work with?>

Friends to begin with. Establish a good reputation for myself and then go from there.>

But why don’t you want to fuck on camera anymore?>

Jesus, Mary and all twelve disciples, Loncey, where have you gone now?>

Pee break.>

Now answer my question.>

Things have changed. I have changed. That’s allowed, right?>

Maeve?>

This is a long pee break…>

Sorry. A client called. Had to answer.>

I’ll forgive you.>

So what’s changed? With you?>

I’m still figuring that out.>

Is that a Mars in Cancer thing?>

No, it’s a Loncey thing. Anyway. How are you? What’s new?>

I’m going to LA. Next week.>

That’s cool. Why?>

Work. A fashion show. They want me to model and create content.>

How long are you there?>

Only three days. I want to be back in Dublin for Christmas.>

Do you want to meet me there? >

I’d love to see you if you have time.>

Great minds.>

Yeah. So, do you have time?>

I’ll make time.>

Where are you staying? I’ll book a nearby hotel.>

Shut up. You can stay with me.>

Are you sure?>

Don’t make a big deal out of it. The hotel has a gym so your muscles won’t shrink.>

I don’t give a crap about my muscles. I care about you and making sure you feel comfortable.>

Well, I’m comfortable sharing a room with you. A bed, even. We did it before.>

Yeah, we did. Okay, send me your dates and when you think would work best and I’ll look up flights.>

Loncey, is it weird we didn’t speak for weeks and now we’re hanging out again?>

Mercury was in retrograde for most of that time apart. Everything is weird when that happens.>

You know you can’t blame everything on the stars and planets.>

I don’t actually blame them at all. Most of the time I thank them for what they do.>

Like how they sent you a moody Irish asexual woman who roasts you regularly for thinking that the stars are in control of everything.>

Yes, like exactly that.>