“I’m doing better. I had a good cry this afternoon. That helped a lot,” Heather answered. “It was the first time I cried since the few tears when I woke up here.”
“Well, it’s good to let it out.” She paused. “Hey, do you want to tell me why an incredibly sexy blonde who looked just like that guy from the Backstreet Boys was leaving your room this afternoon?”
“Oh, him? That’s Nick. He was in the other car,” Heather replied. “Do you think he’s sexy? I didn’t notice. Hm, I guess he is kinda cute.”
“His name is Nick?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, his name is Nick. Nick…oh, what was that last name? Oh, yeah. It was Carter,” Heather stated.
Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Nick Carter? You’ve got to be kidding me!” she squealed.
“What’s so special about Nick Carter?”
“Think about it. You don’t know?” Her sister’s face showed no sign of recognition, so she explained. “Nick Carter is that guy from the Backstreet Boys. The hot blond one!”
“He is not,” Heather argued. “He didn’t say anything about it.”
“They didn’t say the name of the guy who was in the car with Sara Stets. That’s probably why! He doesn’t want people to think he was involved in the accident!”
“Sara Stets? Sara Stets the supermodel? That’s his…that was his girlfriend,” Heather remembered. “He told me about her today.”
“I knew they were together! They went to all the awards shows together!” Elizabeth exclaimed.
“Don’t tell me you’re obsessed with Nick Carter, Beth. Please, tell me you’re just making a big deal out of something that means absolutely nothing to you,” Heather begged.
“Well, I like the Backstreet Boys and Nick is my favorite, but I’m not obsessed with him. It’s just like…wow. I didn’t expect him to be the guy in the other car.”
“He’s stopped by three days in a row. Maybe you’ll get to meet him or something,” Heather said. “Just hang out with me when you can. He should be back.”