The Remix (The Hollywood Twins, #2) Read Online Free Page A

first that Tony had not called her all day. It was when Rachel arrived home from work that she realized he had not even bothered to text. She checked to make sure her phone was working. Hanna, as a rule, did not call or text guys, unless they called or texted her first. She was not the type to be clingy or to wait by the phone for it to ring. However, Tony had been more than just a fling and he had promised to call after all. She tried not to let it bother her as she and Rachel shared dinner.
     
    "So what's up with Kyle's movie Rae?" she asked as she dove into the Chinese food Rachel had brought home for them to share.
     
    "They are almost done filming," Rachel said brightly. "Finally he'll have some free time, but I'm not sure I'll get to see too much of him," she frowned.
     
    Hanna glanced up at her sister's disappointed tone. "Why? What's going on?" she asked.
     
    "Well he wanted to take some time off, vacation in Europe."
     
    "Well that sounds great," Hanna countered, still not seeing the problem.
     
    "It would be if I had the money to go," Rachel laughed. "He offered to pay for me, but I can't let him do that."
     
    Hanna sat back in her chair and glared at her sister. "And just why not?" she demanded.
     
    "Because," Rachel grimaced. "It wouldn't be right for him to spend so much money on me. It's not like he's made a lot from the movie yet, and he deserves to spend the money he makes on himself."
     
    Hanna shook her head as she stabbed some noodles with her chop sticks. "Rachel you have to learn to say yes, and let people do things for you. Kyle didn't offer because he felt like he had to pay for you, he offered because he wanted to share the experience with you. I bet he won't go unless you do," she paused and then added. "And if he does, then I will have to kick his ass."
     
    Rachel laughed and studied her sister. She was always so full of life and had something to say about everything. Rachel really admired her.
     
    "And what about you? What's up with Mr. Moan and Groan?" she inquired innocently.
     
    "Oh really?" Hanna laughed at her description. She had been hesitant to tell Rachel what he had offered to do, but she always shared everything with her sister. "Well turns out he is Kimberly Cole's producer!" she declared with excitement.
     
    "Seriously?" Rachel asked skeptically.
     
    "Yes, it's true, he showed me his card and everything," Hanna insisted. "He said he would take the remix I did of “Breaking Down” to the record label. See if they like it."
     
    Rachel stared across the table at her sister in complete shock. "Hanna, do you know what it means if they do?"
     
    Hanna blushed. "Of course I do. I mean, nothing's set in stone. He said he would do it, but a lot of people say things."
     
    Rachel nodded, glad that her sister was keeping a level head about it, she would hate to see her devastated if it didn't pan out. "That's true, but it's really great that he liked the song. You did a really good job on it," Rachel said firmly. She was very supportive of her sister's music career, and was one of the first ones to push her to pursue it. She knew that Hanna had a great ear for music and her instincts when it came to mixing were the best that Rachel had ever seen. Of course she was no expert and it was hard for Hanna to think that Rachel had an unbiased opinion.
     
    "Thanks Rae, I'm really excited about it," she admitted.
     
    By the next morning Hanna was not as excited. She had been checking her phone every few minutes. Nothing. Not a text. Not a call. She was more than a little irritated. This was why she rarely exchanged phone numbers or saw a guy for a second date. She did not want to be hanging on a string waiting for some man to offer her a tidbit of his attention. When the afternoon arrived she was furious and by that evening she had stopped checking. So he had just been fucking with her after all. She should have expected that and she would not let it get to her. Still, as she used the