"Smart ass," I muttered.
She grin and crouched down near Leia. "Did you say thank you?"
Leia gave me a hug again, mumbled a "thanks" and started towards their car. Em stood up and her shirt rose a little revealing a belly chain.
A fucking belly chain. The hottest piece of jewelry a woman could wear. That just wasn't fair.
"See ya Tuesday, Alex. Thanks.'
"Yeah. Not a problem."
A fucking belly chain.
Big Mike stopped me as I walked back through reception. "Hey, you put any thought into playing with that father-daughter band?"
"What the hell, Mike. I said no. I'll write them a check."
"Coward."
"Yeah? Go fuck yourself, you Polynesian wannabe!"
I stormed off to my office. A few minutes later the phone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Italian good for lunch?"
"Sure. Get me some sort of pasta with chicken."
"You got it. You're still a coward, but you're my coward. Make it a big check."
I laughed.
**
Em POV
"...hey soul sis... soul sister..."
A sharp twang.
"Ain't that Mr. Mister on the... radio, stereo..."
Another twanging sound, followed by a whimper from Pepper, who was their literal captive audience.
"You're not very good at that yet."
"I still have to practice, Baylee! I'm learning!"
"Let me try!"
"No, it's my guitar!"
"Girls," Kelsie called from the kitchen. She made no move to stand up. "No fighting."
"But Mom..."
"Maybe I need to come over there and take the guitar away, Leia." I also didn't make a move to stand up.
It wasn't needed. The voices hushed and Leia started strumming the guitar again.
"I'll play, you sing, just not so fast, okay?"
"I was kind of hoping I had to take the guitar away for five minutes," I whispered. "Just five minutes."
Kelsie snorted and ate a handful of popcorn.
"The lessons aren't going well?"
"They're going great. Alex says she's learning really fast." I rubbed my eyes. "I guess I should just be grateful she's graduated from 'Happy Birthday'."
"You okay? You seem..."
"Just tired. I've booked a couple extra clients to offset the costs. He's giving me a deal on the lessons but she's still going to need strings and shit."
"The fun kind of clients or...?"
I snorted. "No. Although I almost outed Patricia's husband to her during their session."
"Patricia, like Hayden's mom? From the girls' class?"
"Yep."
"Oh my God, you didn't."
"What else was I supposed to do? I'm trying to set up the perfect family photo and he keeps going 'are you sure I don't know you from somewhere? You just look so familiar, you know?'"
"And you said...?"
"Well, I was nice enough to him the first couple times. Polite laugh, just have one of those faces, you know. And of course he goes, 'I feel like I'd remember your face though. I mean you have all those tattoos.' And that's usually when people figure out... you know."
Kelsie laughed, though not unkindly.
"You could just say you used to model, you know."
"The last time I tried that, the guy's wife figured out real quick what kind of 'modeling' I did."
She made a soft noise of concession and I sighed.
"It's not that I'm embarrassed, I just—"
"I get it, don't worry."
"I mean I am a little embarrassed."
"It's literally no different than the boudoir photos you do. You're just on the other side of the camera now."
"I'd say there's a pretty big difference between boudoir photos and dudes jacking off to alt-girls online."
Kelsie snorted again and threw a piece of popcorn at me.
"What?" I laughed, catching the popcorn before it hit the ground. "They're not just jacking off to photos, they're jacking off to old photos. Leia wasn't even six months when I did the last shoot."
"Okay, but you could have—wait." Kelsie frowned, staring at me. "You were still doing the photos after you had Leia?"
I could feel heat creeping up my neck. Kelsie knew pretty much everything about me, but apparently that was a surprise.
"I mean... yeah, a few. Before Jones took me on as his assistant, I was still, you know. Modeling."
She gaped. "You were doing nude photos less than six months after having a baby?"
I laughed, relieved that it wasn't judgment in her eyes but astonishment. "Yeah. My tits looked great while I was breastfeeding."
"Lucky bitch." She threw another piece of popcorn at me.
"Anyway, Patricia's husband just wouldn't let it go. So finally I was like, 'let's do some mother and son shots' and got him to come over to the camera to 'look' at one."
"I see where this is going."
"All I asked was if he really wanted his wife to know where he knew me from."
"And he said..."
"Nothing, and gave me an extra fifty as a tip."
Kelsie burst out laughing, as did I.
Prior to having Leia, I'd been the definition of a hot mess. Young, dumb, on my own for the first time... one thing had led to another and I'd ended up—for lack of a better term—modeling. In the two short, yet very long, years I'd done so, I'd developed a bit of a cult following. I'm not sure that there's any other kind of following when it comes to what was politely referred to as "alternative pin-up girls," not that it mattered. The point was that even years later, I was still being recognized as a "model."
Then Leia came along. Well, more accurately, one of Leia's potential fathers came, and it was a long time before I realized my body wasn't just filling out, I was pregnant. By the time I figured it out, there were a handful of different guys it could have been, and I only knew how to find a couple of them.
When she came out looking just like me, it was very clearly neither of the two men I'd tracked down. They were kind enough to take paternity tests anyway, but she was as white as snow and they were both African-American. No one was surprised when neither of them shared even a questionable amount of DNA with her.
So, Leia didn't have a father.
Jones was a photographer I worked with before getting knocked up. We worked together on a number of shoots and made a great team. He took me in after I had Leia and started training me to work as his assistant, rather than in front of the camera. It was from him that I discovered how much I truly loved photography. He taught me everything I knew, gave me a set of his old equipment, and told me to get my own business started before I got sucked back into a life he knew I didn't want.
I owed Jones everything. I would have married him, but his husband would have probably had a problem with that.
I was no longer in front of the camera; I was behind it. Graduation photos, family portraits, maternity shoots, and newborn pictures kept me steady, but my favorites were the boudoir shoots. I'd made quite a name for myself when it came to taking sensual, dramatically lit photos that reeked of sexuality and empowerment.
Well, my alternate ego had made a name for herself. "Passion by Fire" and "Portraits by Em" were two different companies, for all intents and purposes, though I had a few clients who knew me under both names. It was more to keep Leia in the dark, just for a few more years. I couldn't bring myself to explain Mommy's past just yet.
Kelsie and I had polished off the bowl of popcorn and Leia and Baylee had just about nailed "Hey Soul Sister" when someone knocked on the front door.
"Who's that?" Kelsie asked, as if I'd know.
"Well, if it's not you, then I have no idea."
I was halfway to the door when the knocking became a pounding.
"Please open up, Em."
Jimmy's voice was desperate in a way I hadn't heard before. The first thought that crossed my mind was that he'd gotten someone pregnant. The second was that he'd pissed off the wrong person and someone was after him. The third was that if he had dragged his drama to my front door and put my daughter in harm's way, I'd kill him myself.
When I flung the door open, I was ready to lose my mind at him yet again. When I saw his face, I was speechless.
Jimmy had been crying.
"I need to talk to you."
"Hey girls!" Kelsie shouted from the hallway. "We're gonna go play outside for a bit."
"That's perfect!" squealed Leia. "We can give you a concert in the backyard."
"I cannot think of a single reason for you to not do that," Kelsie said unenthusiastically.
She managed to usher Leia, Baylee, and Pepper outside without them seeing Jimmy, who had collapsed on the couch in my living room after I quietly shut the door.
"Do you want a beer?" I asked uncertainly.
Jimmy shook his head.
That was a surprise, too.
"What, uh, do you want to talk about?"
"I'm fucked."
"Generally or for a specific reason?"
"Both." He pulled his phone from his pocket and chucked it onto the coffee table. "Read that."
The screen was on an article posted in Guitar Player, which I inferred was some kind of music magazine. The title big, bold, and shady as all fuck.
Wasting Away Again in Margaritaville
Jimmy was being an asshole. Jimmy was drinking too much, partying too much, and being downright insufferable. He was egotistical, overwhelmingly cocky, and unbearably rude. He was on a fast path to self-destruction. He was a danger to himself, a bad influence on my daughter, and a completely unbearable excuse for a human being.
He was also my brother, and as I continued reading, I felt my face growing red with rage at whoever had written this about him.Sadly, Buffet couldn't shoulder the load alone, so we have another Jimmy wasting away in Margaritaville. This one is squandering his overhyped talents on trying to be a cliche and live a sybaritic lifestyle that went out of fashion decades ago.As our friends in country music might say, he's all hat and no cowboy."I'm fucked," he said as I looked up from the phone. "This is it. It's over.""None of this is exactly a lie," I said.Jimmy's forehead wrinkled. He stared down, shoulders hunched, suddenly not the man of twenty sitting on my couch but the boy of ten who'd cried as I kissed him goodbye and ran away from home."I know," he said.He cried on my shoulder. I let him, my heart breaking and relieved at the same time. I didn't want Jimmy to lose his dream, but...It wasn't the time for those thoughts. It was the time for support, to just be there for him a
He chuckled a bit. "As interesting as vodka and grape soda sounds, I'm good with water."Yeah, it definitely wasn't a date.I poured him a glass of water and considered grabbing a beer for myself. Jimmy wasn't drinking, Alex wanted water... I sighed and grabbed a Diet Coke for myself.Dinner was a simple curry with rice, yet another sign that I hadn't realized I'd asked Alex on a date. I just wanted to make something that wasn't covered in processed cheese or ketchup. My kitchen was small to begin with and the addition of the silent tension between Alex and Jimmy was making it feel unmanageably cramped. By the time I put their plates in front of them, I was seriously regretting agreeing to this.The first few bites were taken in silence. I glanced at Jimmy.Please just say whatever the fuck you wanted to say. Please.I had to think it really hard at him a few more times before he finally put his fork down, took a breath, and steadied hands that I hadn't realized had been shaking."Lei
I pressed my lips together. Leia was seven. Seven. Jimmy had been about the same age when he became obsessed with the guitar. By ten he was telling everyone he was going to be famous. He played Metallica constantly. Loud, angry, screaming music that covered the pain a little boy with shitty parents was going through."You don't know this, but Jimmy and I didn't have great parents," I said quietly. "I basically raised him. So him being kind of a dick is kind of on me. I had never been as worried about him as I was when his career was going well, and I've never been more worried about him than I am now. He's different. He's... Ever since those articles came out, he's been like a shell."Alex shifted on the couch uncomfortably but said nothing."I don't want Leia going down that path.""She won't," Alex said. "It's just a recital. And frankly, she's obsessed with Taylor Swift. Going from pop-country to metal would be... unlikely.""Can I think about it?""Yeah. Of course.""Thank you.""
"Sure. Good deal.""Jimmy, you gotta be sober. That going to be an issue?""No. I haven't touched anything in more than three weeks and I'm going to keep that up. But maybe we should start Monday. That'll give me a month dry. Sort of a nice, round number. It's not too bad. I just need to sorta get my head straight. I don't want to be flipping out on people here because I want a drink.""Okay. If that's an issue, Big Mike can help. He's my sponsor.""Your... Seriously? You're in a program?""Yup.""Um, I don't think I'm at that point, but if it's worse than I thought, I'll let you know."I believed him. He didn't have the signs of an issue so bad he'd get DTs or serious withdrawals. He went home and I told Lini and Mike. He'd be stringing instruments, teaching lessons, playing for anyone that needed it and anything else we could think of.Towards the end of the day, I got a text from Em.How many kids would be performing?Not sure. 10? Maybe?U sure she's ready?They will all be at her
"So, we've played everything you're going to play a million times at the studio, right? Same thing. You know you can do it, because you've already done it. But, if you get a little nervous, Uncle Jimmy is going to be right there and he's going to be playing along with you on his guitar. Every note of the song, just like you do at home. If you need to, just look over at him. He'll be right there with you the whole way through."Leia launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I awkwardly just stood there for a minute before reaching down and patting her back."Okay, I gotta get back to my seat. You gonna be okay? Just look at me or your mom or at Uncle Jimmy. We've got you."She nodded and when I turned to walk away, she grabbed my forearm again. "Thank you, Mr. Alex.""You're very welcome, sweetie."I tried to be as quiet as possible as I went back and took my seat. The other little kid, Leia's friend, stared at me the whole time as if I had stolen her candy. I had no
Then there was the crushing humiliation, the intense mortification of losing my shit at the dude who stopped us. And that got a thousand times worse as Alex glared at me, annoyance still written across his face as he refused to let me get away without telling him what I was talking about."Well?" he asked testily as I froze."Can we talk about it somewhere else?" I asked quietly."What? I just had to—""Please, Alex." My voice shook and I turned even redder, more pissed at myself for sounding pathetic than I was embarrassed. "Just your car, even?"He almost said no. Then he studied me for a moment, sighed, and jerked his head towards the parking lot. We said nothing as we walked through the lot, save for Alex pointing out which car was his and me mumbling a quick "thank you" as he opened the passenger door for me."Flustered" and "flattered" were then added to the growing list of emotions I was experiencing.He got into the driver's seat but didn't turn the key. I tried to collect my
I got out of the car before he could say anything else. My pulse threatened to burst through my skin as I unlocked the front door, not looking behind me, not checking to see if he followed. When the front door shut with a quiet click behind me, I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding, though my shoulders slumped with disappointment.At least, they did for the ten seconds or so before Alex pulled the door open again.I turned towards him; he reached for me. Without a second thought, his lips were pressed against mine, urgent and soft and leaving me breathless. It was like being showered with sparks, like something had burst above us and was raining electricity and heat and desire over us in the front hallway.I had never wanted someone so badly in my life.His hands were confident, one holding the back of my head as he kissed me and the other sliding to my waist and around my back, pulling my body tight against his. I gasped as he bit at my lip, tongue flicking over the sp
Big Mike took a deep pull of his Cherry Coke and signaled for the waitress. "Can I get the check and another one of these," he pointed to his plate. "to go? Thanks.""I got it, Mike.""Nah, you get the next one.""Okay, thanks. So, Leia did really good, right?""At what?"I paused. "The recital. Playing. Nervous, but she settled in. She even did that little foot stomp thing like Jimmy. Cute as hell.""Wasn't there, but good to hear it went well.""You... What? Sure you were. She saw you. When she first came out.""Nope. Forgot all about it. I'll make the next one.""You shitting me?""I said I'll be there, I'll be there.""That's not what I meant and you know it.""Yeah, whatever."Pushing back in my chair, I looked across the table at him."Are you pissed at me?"He threw his napkin on his plate. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fucking pissed. It's been a quarter of a fucking century. What the hell is wrong with you? I wasn't close to Rebecca, not like I was with you, but I knew her. Probably bette