Sorry it's been so long kids! I'll try to crank a couple out this week. This one is for Caitlin – thanks for the email!

Jamie eased his head back out the audition room door, watching the stairwell door close.

Well she looks good.

"Ah-hem," George cleared his throat, "So, you want me to take care of this?"

Jamie whirled around, embarrassed. "Do what?"

"Well, you want me or Chris to call her or do you, for some godforsaken reason, want to do it?"

"About the callbacks? You should call her. It'll sound more official that way."

He paused.

"Wait. We're not quite on the same page here, are we?"

Chris shook his head.

"Come on, Jamie, you honestly want your ex-wife starring in your first Broadway play?"

"She was the best one in that room, by miles."

"Even so," George interrupted, "there would be press. Especially with the way your book is doing. You'd both have to go through it."

"Look, you shouldn't even have to consider our history – romantically or matrimonially or whatever. If she's right for the role, then she's right for it, end of story. It's not like I ever considered her for it before toady… but she might be just what the script calls for. So might those other two girls we were looking at."

"So… we call her back?" George stammered.

Yes, you idiot.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay. Well. I'll make the calls tonight, and see you gentlemen tomorrow at noon for our lunch."

Jamie grabbed his bag and headed down the stairs.

Thank God I've got the night off to relax.

He flipped open his phone – a fancy new thing he barely knew how to use – he preferred his old one that didn't fit into his pocket. Checking, as Tom had taught him, the "txt msg" box.

Oh this is just great.

MSG: Can't wait for tonight

FROM: Melissa

CALLBACK: 2128481268

In all the chaos of the past few days, he had forgotten about Melissa – the tall, leggy redhead who was writing an exclusive on Jamie, his book, and his new play in Vogue. Apparently, she claimed, they were doing a special on attractive up-and-coming authors. Of course he didn't mind being thought of as an attractive up-and-coming author, but after the other night talking to Tom – yes, he remembered the conversation - he wondered if going out to dinner with a really, really hot woman was the best idea.

Of course, if I'm really still in love with Cathy, it won't matter, right?