Eversea A Love Story

releases, although no more requiring a personal appearance from any cast members, thank God.
    There is a lot of backslapping and raising of glasses as the numbers are announced. It should make me especially happy since I agreed to a royalty payment structure, instead of a one-time payment back when hardly anyone believed in the success of the project. It was Devon who advised me to take that route, and it has been the best financial decision of my career.
    Devon comes up to me as the announcements and toasting subsides. “Jack, good to see you, man. How’s the foot?” He gives me a brief hug like he didn’t just see me four hours ago. Devon is the only person, apart from what little Nick knows, that I have confided in. Not much to either of them, but some. It was Devon’s friendship and generosity with his beach house that allowed me to get away in the first place. It is also in Devon’s best interest with Peak Entertainment to keep Audrey’s and my relationship on the rails.
    “Fine.”
    Devon shrugs. “Anyway, we need to talk about scheduling for the Dread Pirate Roberts project. I’m so psyched you agreed to take the role. I told Monica you wouldn’t take it, and then when you accepted today—you realize you owe me a blowjob. Right?”
    “What?” I laugh. It feels good.
    “Yeah, man. That’s what I said I’d give up if she was right.”
    “Ugh. Please don’t talk to me about your sex life.” I shudder dramatically. Devon roars with laughter.
    We banter a little more as the party winds down, and people leave for other invitations and appearances. It helps that I capped the alcohol and don’t let anyone do drugs at my house anymore. That pretty much assures an early evening by L.A. standards. Before long it’s just Devon, Monica, Katie, my assistant, and Andy, who is anxiously texting, sitting around the littered living area while two hired servers pick up around us.
    Audrey has gone upstairs to lie down. I know that pregnancy is tiring so I don’t begrudge her. She is growing a whole new human being, for Pete’s sake. Now that the touring is done, she needs to take it easy, and I need to call and tell my mother. I haven’t called home in a while, not even when I was in London for the premiere. I’m a shitty son.
    “Isn’t this great, man?” Andy sighs, finally putting his phone down and getting comfortable. “I knew if you just got back here, it would all sort itself out.”
    I nod. Andy has said this about a hundred times since I came back to L.A. with Audrey.
    I’ve forgiven Katie for ratting out my location. She owned up to going out for a lunch date one day and letting Audrey stay at her desk under the guise of just needing somewhere to sit and write out some notecards. Audrey writing out notecards should have been a clue, but mistakes happen, and Katie was devastated and convinced I was going to fire her. There was no love lost between Katie and Audrey to begin with, and now it’s even worse. It’s actually quite comical to watch them in the same room together like two grown female cats in a circling dance of avoidance, interspersed with occasional hissing.
    Andy sits back smugly and takes a sip of his scotch. “It was a gamble, man, but it paid off. Andy always knows best.”
    “What paid off?” asks Devon, vocalizing my exact thought.
    “The pregnancy, of course.” Andy laughs indignantly. “I mean, what else could have galvanized our tragic hero here to get back to reality?” He leans forward, shrugging off his grey suit jacket, oblivious to the four faces staring at him, nonplussed.
    “What do you mean?” I try to ask, but whisper. My face and lips feel tight, like there is no blood left.
    Devon stands up at that same moment and leans dangerously over Andy. “You better fucking explain yourself, and fast, because if you just said what I think you did, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
    I’m staring at Andy, waiting for his response to Devon’s question. My tongue feels like a sack of cement.
    I vaguely notice Monica grab Devon’s sleeve. “Devon,” she murmurs, and then glances toward the staircase where Audrey is gliding down, a large smile on her face, her eyes unnaturally bright. Clearly not napping. She stops dead when she sees the strained scene.
    Audrey looks at me with confusion and then glances at Andy. I see the exact moment when she realizes. It is the exact moment when I see the truth in all of its soul-stripping agony.
    I don’t know what she