Quinn

My sister, the music manager turned military sergeant, stands before us with her
hands on her hips. Every time one of us tries to speak, she shushes us and glares
each one of us down. Right now, I feel about two feet tall and I’m second-guessing
my decision to be here. There are so many other exciting things I could be doing,
like surfing, playing Fortnite, or seeing Nola. But no, I’m standing here, at
attention, waiting for my sister to bark orders.

“We are going to be successful. Do you want to know why?”

I look to my left and then right. No one seems brave enough to open their mouths.
Hell, if I’m going to. She’s my crazy ass sister and I’d have to feel her wrath long
after we leave here.

“Because we’re going to work. We’re going to strive for excellence.”

“You make it sound like we’re in school,” I tell her. Elle stomps toward me, hands
still on her hips until she points a finger at me. I cock my eyebrow, testing her.

“You—”

“I’ll walk if you don’t knock this drill sergeant shit off. We have work to do, Elle.
None of us has played with each other before.” Behind me, Hendrix snickers. I roll
my eyes. When I arrived, I found out that Dana and Hendrix used to be an item,
like a serious about-to-walk-down-the-aisle item until they called it quits. See, the
drama I wanted to avoid is being thrown right into my face. I look over my
shoulder at him and shake my head. “As I was saying, you’ve booked us a gig
already, I think I speak for the rest of us when I say we’d really like to get this
show on the road.”

Elle steps back, looking at the rest of the group. “Fine by me, but we need to start
with introductions. We’re a family and we need to know everything there is to
know about each other. Dana, why don’t you start?”

Dana is the first to break our line formation. She grabs a chair and sits in front of
us. The rest of us follow her and create a circle.

“I’m Dana Cantu. Born and raised in San Diego, and like most, I came to Los
Angeles to follow my dream. I’ve done everything from busking on the street
corner, trying out for reality shows, to singing back-up for some of the greatest
artists of all time. I had a brief solo career but found that it wasn’t for me. I
approached Elle a few months ago about creating a band, and here we are.”
“And I’m the love of her life,” Hendrix says so matter-of-factly, it’s hard to deny.

Dana rolls her eyes. “Yes, Hendrix and I were a couple, but that was five, almost
six years ago. Any residual feelings are long gone, and I guarantee you, there
won’t be any issues with us playing together. At best, he’s my best friend.”

The guy next to her clears his throat. “I’m Keane Sandoval. I’m a single dad to a
seven-year-old daughter named Chandler. Her mom was a big Friends fan. Due to
my desire to give her a normal childhood, I can only tour with the band during the
summer. Other than that, I was born in Oregon, moved to California when I was
twenty-one, fell in love and used to moonlight as the piano man at the Ritz. I guess
that’s about it.”

I haven’t even introduced myself to Keane yet, and I can already tell we’re going
to be close. He carries his dad vibe very strongly, and I like that he’s putting his
daughter first. My dad used to do the same thing until the band hit it really big.
They’d tour for a year, take time off to write music, cut demos and record, and then
get back on the bus. My grandma once pinned a map of the United States on the
bus and gave me a box of pins, so I could mark each spot I had been to. I
remember using it, hitting each town with a blue or red-topped pin. Tiny pinholes
covered the map by the time the tour finished. My grandma took it and hung it on
the wall in my bedroom, telling me that someday, I’ll revisit each place.

Maybe now is the someday she was referring to. My sister has ambitions the size
of Everest and I don’t think anyone is going to stop her from achieving her goal.
She wants a mega-best-selling group and one way or the other, it’s going to
happen.

“I’m Ajay Ballard,” my nemesis says. I don’t like him, and it’s because of my dad.
Stupid, I know. I’m an adult and jealousy should not be part of who I am, but I
can’t help it. He and my father have this connection, this bond because they’re
drummers, which my dad and I don’t have. There are times when I wish my dad
would’ve pushed me to follow exactly in his footsteps, to become the next great
drummer, but he didn’t. He let me forge my own path, like any good parent should,
so this bitterness I have only makes sense to me. My feelings toward Ajay
probably make me a shitty bandmate.

“I’m from a small town in North Carolina. I started playing drums in middle school
band. Started with the snare, and then went on to learn the full set. After high
school, I went to Nashville for a bit, played in a few house bands there. I’ve toured
with a few solo acts, picked up a couple of gigs here and there, but this group is my
first full-time job.” Ajay looks at everyone but me when he finishes. I’m shocked
that he left out the part where he won the battle of the drummers and has played
with my dad. Maybe that only matters to me.
“I’m Hendrix Brandt. Born and raised in Anaheim. I’m an Angels fan and like
going to their games so if any of you want to meet up at the ballpark, shout at me.
Let’s see, what else. Oh yeah, I’m an 80s groupie. I hate that I wasn’t able to live
in that era and still wish hyper color clothes existed because I’d give my left nut to
have some. I love karaoke, shredding on my guitar and just playing. I’ll jam with
anyone, anytime, and anywhere. I’m desperately in love with Dana.” He pauses
and winks at her. His feelings aren’t reciprocated that’s for sure. “But know when
to back off. I’m super stoked to be here, humbled for the offer to play next to this
fine group of musicians, and promise to tear it up on stage. I also don’t drink. I’m
not in recovery or anything, just letting you know that liquor clouds my creative
process.”

All eyes land on me as I’m the last one to speak. I sit up in the chair and clear my
throat. “Right, so I’m Quinn James, and I guess I do a little bit of everything. There
isn’t an instrument I can’t play but prefer the guitar.” I rub the back of my neck and
adjust my beanie. “I’m here…” I look at Elle, wondering if the others know how
much she pestered me about joining her group. Her expression doesn’t give
anything away, so I go for it. “I’m here because my annoying little sister” —I point
at Elle— “harassed me about joining. As did Dana.” Dana, on the other hand,
ducks her head. Oops, guess I shouldn’t have said that last part.

“I spend most of my time tinkering with songs, hanging out with my friends, and
singing in cafés. I’m not much for big crowds but know they come with the job.
Anyway, that’s me.”

My eyes land on the floor. The more I spoke, the less I felt like I belonged in the
band. “As you all know, I’m Elle, and it’s my job to get you to stardom. What my
brother didn’t tell you is that we grew up in the business. We’ve seen the good and
the bad, the very, very bad, and I promise you that I’m going to do everything I can
to make sure you only see the good. Am I going to struggle, you bet, but I’ve
surrounded myself with knowledgeable people, who will guide me through any
hiccup.”

Elle stands and starts to walk around us. She’s in teacher mode or back to being a
drill sergeant. I’m not quite sure which and this is a side of her I’ve never seen.

“The producer I’ve hired has worked with my family for a long time. Tyler will be
on the board starting next week. I want to cut a demo track as soon as possible.
I’ve been guaranteed some airplay and I’ve already set up some interviews for each
of you.”

See, this is what I didn’t want to have to deal with. Band stuff. I just want to play
music. Sing a few songs. Drink a couple of beers. Easy life.
“In two weeks,” she stops and looks at each of us. “You have a gig at the Roxy.
You’re opening up for 4225 West, so the crowd will be large. Record executives,
media, and fans will be there.”

“Two weeks doesn’t give us much time,” I tell her.

“Five songs. It’s all I need.” She walks over to the keyboard and picks up a folder.
“Inside here are a hundred plus songs. Some are covers, the rest are new. As a
group, figure out what you want to learn. Dana, Quinn, and Keane, make sure the
vocals are in your range. I don’t need anyone sounding like their balls are in a vise
grip when they’re meant to be hanging low.” Elle drops the folder in the middle of
the floor and makes a dramatic exit. Oh yes, this is going to be so fun. I’m so
excited I agreed to do this, said Quinn never!

Dana and Keane make a move for the stack of songs while I sit there. Ajay is
looking over Dana’s shoulders, and Keane and Hendrix have buddied up. Here I
am, the odd man out. I’m always the fifth wheel.

Dana looks at me, gathers her things and pulls her chair next to me. “You need to
help me decide.”

“I’m good with whatever. If I can’t hit the note, Keane likely can. I’ll hum or
something.”

“I don’t think anything in Elle’s pile requires humming.”

Well, it should.

“Are there any Tears for Fears songs in here?” Hendrix says aloud. I don’t know if
he’s talking to himself or Dana, but I do know I’m not about to get up on stage and
sing about ruling the world. If we do, I’m bringing JD along since they’re his
British counterparts.

“There are songs from Journey, U2, and The Police,” Dana says back.

“What about Wham?” Hendrix says.

Kill me. Kill me now. How can a guy named Hendrix want to play Wham?
Seriously, this guy doesn’t make sense.

“Do you want me to ask Elle if we can do Purple Haze?”

Hendrix’s eyes shoot up and his mouth drops open. “Seriously, do you think she
can get permission?”

I shrug. “If we’re singing it for fun, it shouldn’t be an issue. I’ll go ask her.”
“But we’re looking for songs,” Dana says as I stand. She holds up a few sheets of
paper to show me.

“I’ll be back.”

Inside Elle’s office, she’s back behind her desk with her fake glasses on. I sit
down, cross my leg over my knee, and sigh.

“May I help you?”

“Hendrix is a loon. He wants to play Wham.”

“So, let him,” she says. “He’s the best damn guitarist that isn’t tied up in a band.”

“I can see why. He’s named after one of the greatest, yet his music selection is
ridiculous. Tears for Fears, Elle!”

That gets her attention. She looks up and pushes her glasses up her nose. “Quinn,
stop being a brat.”

“Excuse me?”

“Seriously, just stop. Who cares what he wants to play, let him. Practice ten songs
for all I care, but just practice. Pick up your damn instruments and play
something.” She slams her hand down on her desk. Her reaction causes me to
jump.

“Um…”

“Look, when you’re here, you work for me. At home, we’re siblings. But I can’t
have you coming in here, acting like I’m going to just give you everything you
want. You’re in a band. It’s time to play nice in the sandbox.”

I nod slowly and rise out of the chair. Someone please tell me why I joined this
band? “Hendrix would also like a legit Hendrix song if you have one.” I walk out
of her office and back into the studio. Everyone looks hopeful when I walk back in,
but I hold up my hands and shake my head.

Eleanora
By the time I get back to the apartment, it’s well after dinner. Kellie’s sitting on the
couch, fast forwarding through some show she recorded. She doesn’t turn as I walk
in or say hi, and for some reason, this upsets me. I know we’re only roommates
and have lived together for a while now, and this is definitely something neither of
us did in school, but today I need her to acknowledge me, to give me pity.

I plop down next to her with the heaviest sigh I can manage, and make sure to emit
a loud groan.

“He still hasn’t called?”

“Nope.” The p is popped as if I’m a middle schooler smarting off to her parents.

“Well, at least you didn’t give him what he was after.”

“I know.”

Kellie leans forward and pushes the white take-out cartons toward me. “It’s still
warm. If I had known you were coming back, I would’ve ordered double.”

“I should’ve called.” Reaching for the food, I grab the unused chopsticks, break
them apart and dig into the noodles.

Kellie pauses the show she’s watching and turns to me. “You don’t have to call
when you’re not here, Eleanora. We’re roommates. That doesn’t mean we have to
check in with each other. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way with my earlier
comment.”

The tears are instant. I hate them. I drop the carton into my lap and cover my face.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was having so much fun and it’s like the air
is leaking out of my balloon and I can’t…” I hiccup and sob harder.

Kellie’s laughing. “Are you seriously saying your life’s a balloon? You’re a piece
of latex rubber that can pop, deflate, be full of hot hair, and look like a… well I’m
not even naming that body part.”

I half choke, laugh, gag. I don’t know what I’m doing. “No. Maybe? I don’t know.
It seemed like the smartest thing to say. Like my sail has no wind or whatever. I’m
frustrated.”

“Girl, you have a crush and have been let down. It happens. It’s why I won’t date
until that one guy comes along.”

“Rhett,” I blurt out. She blushes and turns away from me. Kellie reaches for the
remote, but my hand comes down on top of hers.

“I went to the park today. It was beautiful, peaceful and hectic. There were so
many people there I couldn’t think. I dropped my phone and completely shattered
the screen so even if I wanted to call you, I couldn’t. It took two hours for the guy
in one of the strip malls to replace the glass. He kept stopping to talk on his phone,
and I could tell they weren’t customers.” I take a deep breath. “Anyway, what I’m
saying is, I spoke to Rhett today, and well I think he likes you too, but he won’t act
on any feelings because of me.”

I slide my hand over hers and squeeze. “I think that if you like Rhett and he likes
you, well you both should explore a relationship. I’ll still love you no matter what.
Definitely you more than him, but you know what I mean.”

Kellie laughs, sort of. She looks everywhere but at me, until she finally launches
herself into me, pushing me onto the couch in a massive hug.

“Can’t breathe,” I whisper-groan. She releases her hold and helps me sit up.

“You are the best person I have ever known, Eleanora. I’m madly in love with your
brother.”

“Good. He’ll be here in a couple of days to help me drive home.”

Her eyes go wide. “You’re leaving?”

I nod and fight back the next wave of tears. “It’s time. I realized today that I’m
homesick. I haven’t been back there in a few years and I miss the trees, the cooking
and believe it or not the humidity.”

The back of her hand presses to my forehead as if she’s my mother checking for a
fever. “Are you feeling okay? No one misses humidity.”

I finally crack a smile. “I know. It’s hard to explain. I just miss being there.”

“And Roy. Do you miss him?”

“Oh hell no. That’s over. I told him as such. He can believe me if he wants, or not.
We’re done.”

“Good, girl. I’m going to miss you though.”

I pull her into my arms. “I have a feeling we’ll see a lot of each other. Before you
know it, you’ll be living in my mama’s house.”

“I’m not leaving Cali.”

Oh, well this will be an issue because Rhett won’t leave South Carolina. I don’t tell
her this though. If they’re going to date, they’ll have to figure it out for themselves.

“Are you busy the next couple of days?” I ask her.

“Besides work, not really.”

“Do you think your parents will give you a couple of days off? I’d like to drive
over and see Sofia before I go.”

“It’s what, like six hours from here?” Kellie asks, even though she’s looking it up
on her phone. “Yeah, I’ll go. Let me text my mom. When do you want to leave?”

“Now. She has to work, but I figure we can sightsee and meet up with her for
drinks.”

“Go pack. We’re taking your car.”

***

It’s always risky,traveling hours to another person’s house without them knowing
it, but I didn’t want to risk Sofia telling me not to come because that’s exactly what
she’d do.

Kellie and I made excellent time getting to Phoenix. We found a hotel not far from
Sofia’s house, and when I called her this morning, she told me she was off at noon
and would call me, so I could tell her all about my date.

In hindsight, Kellie and I should’ve waited until today to drive over because now
we’re aimlessly wasting time.

“I say we just go over there and surprise her. It’s hotter than Hades out here and the
AC in our room is on the fritz.”

True, we went on the cheap side when it came to finding a room, but showing up
unannounced, more so than we already are, will upset my friend. But I give in.

“Okay, but I’m telling Sofia this was your idea.”

Kellie brushes me off. “She’ll be fine once we get some tequila into her.”

As sad as it is to say, I’m really looking forward to a night of drinking. Sofia has a
pool and I can easily picture the three of us sitting by it with a drink in our hand,
gossiping like we used to back in college. Okay, college wasn’t that long ago, but
still.

Kellie and I enter the subdivision where Sofia lives. My GPS is telling me to turn
right, left, drive straight and turn again. When we finally pull into the driveway, I
inhale deeply, trying to calm my nerves. Now that I’m here, I’m second-guessing
myself. I’m a horrible friend.

“Someone’s looking out the window.” Kellie points, but by the time I look, the
blinds are closed.

“Well, we can’t sit here. Let’s go say hi to her mom.”

We make our way to the front door. The landscape here is cacti and other native to
the desert plants, and the yard is concrete. No grass.

Kellie rings the doorbell while my heart has jumped out of my chest and is
currently running back to my car and speeding down the road. “I think we’re
making—”

The opening of the door cuts off my words. Sofia’s mother stands there, keeping
the wooden structure close to her body.

“May I help you?”

“Ms. Tucker, do you remember us? We met in Idaho when you came to visit
Sofia? I’m Eleanora and this is Kellie.”

The woman, with her blonde ponytail and dark makeup apprises us while we stand
there. I smile every few seconds, waiting for her to say something. I’m trying not
to stare, but her blue eyes, they’re vibrant like Quinn’s and I find myself missing
him.

“Is there something you need?”

“We came to surprise Sofia,” Kellie tells her. “I live in Los Angeles and Eleanora
is about to head back to South Carolina, but she wanted to say goodbye to Sofia
first.”

Ms. Tucker’s eyes go from Kellie to mine. “You’re the one lying to your parents?”

Busted. “Um… yeah.” Thanks, Sof, for keeping my secret. “We’ll just go.”

“You can come in and wait if you want.” She pushes the door open and for some
reason, before I step in, I look around the room. Creepy, thriller type music should
be playing right now because something is telling me to run. Yet, I don’t. I step in
and Kellie follows.

Everything about their living room is odd. The walls are bare. There isn’t a single
picture, decoration or book on the mantel or bookcase. Plastic covers their floral
couch, making it seem like we stepped back into the sixty’s. Even as I look around,
I can feel Ms. Tucker’s eyes on me. She’s watching my every move and it’s
starting to freak me out.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asks, stepping in front of me. I jump
back slightly and refrain from putting my hand over my heart to calm it down.

“Sure, Ms. Tucker, that’d be great.” My throat’s dry, parched. However, I’m far
from thirsty.

“Call me Alicia. Follow me, but please don’t touch anything.”

“What are we supposed to touch?” I mouth to Kellie as soon as Alicia turns her
back on us. All Kellie and I can do is look at each other. Alicia Tucker is odd and
wasn’t like this when she visited Sofia. When we met her last time, she was funny
and the life of the party. Today, she’s acting like she’s a distant relative of
Hannibal Lector.

Kellie and I find our footing and walk into the kitchen. Alicia is flittering around,
looking through cabinets, opening and closing the refrigerator, and I’m standing
here wondering what she did in the few seconds we weren’t right behind her. Did
she pull a knife out of the holder and hide it? I look for one on the counter but
don’t see one.

“Do you know what time Sofia will be home?” Kellie asks.

Alicia stills, and looks out the kitchen window. “Twelve thirty-seven.”

Not twelve forty or one o’clock. Right now, I have never wished so hard for my
phone to ring, for Rhett to call and bug me or for Williemae to call and tell me
something adorable that’s happened to my niece. Nope, nothing but pure silence.

Alicia sets two plastic cups on the counter. “I just… you should go outside,” she
says, brushing past us to open the sliding glass door. Kellie and I don’t hesitate.
We grab our cups and step out onto the patio. I expect Alicia to follow us, but she
doesn’t. The door slides shut and the pit in my stomach grows.

“What the hell did we just walk into?”

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling that door is locked,” I say, refusing to look
behind me.

I don’t know about Kellie, but I’m scanning the yard for an escape route. The fence
surrounding the backyard is at least eight feet high with cacti plants everywhere,
making it near impossible to climb over.

Kellie’s the first one to move. She takes a seat on one of the chairs near the pool.
“I’m not going in there,” I tell her. “It’s probably filled with acid or something to
kill us.”

“And I’m not drinking this either, but I don’t see a place to dump it and it wouldn’t
surprise me if she has video cameras set up everywhere. Seriously, what the hell
did we walk into?”

“I don’t know, but I’m texting Rhett.” I pull my phone out of my back pocket and
type out my message. “No service.”

“How is that possible?” Kellie asks. She takes her phone out and finds the same
issue. “Do you think she has a block on her house?”

I shake my head. “How is Sofia so normal with a mother like that?”

“I don’t know, but she needs to hurry up and get home because every worst-case
scenario is going through my mind right now.”

“Mine too,” I mutter back. Despite Sofia posting a picture of her brother the other
day, this confirms everything. There is no way the Quinn I know is related to this
woman, and he definitely doesn’t come here to visit. Sofia on the other hand, I
really don’t understand how my best friend is so normal compared to her mother.

The both of us watch the time on our phones tick by. Second by second, we count
down the minutes until Sofia is due home while keeping our minds open to our
surroundings. Alicia doesn’t grace us with her odd presence or ask if we need
anything else to drink or if we might have to use the bathroom. If she’s planning on
killing us, she’s waiting until her daughter is home, so she can help hide our
bodies.

A car pulls up and seconds later a door slams. I can hear Sofia’s voice, but Alicia
must be whispering. I’m watching the sliding glass door, waiting for my friend to
appear. The door opens hastily. Kellie and I stand, my legs shake causing my knees
to knock together.

Sofia marches toward us, her face distorted from anger and vengeance. I open my
mouth to tell her we’re sorry for showing up unannounced, but something tells me
my apology will fall on deaf ears.

“What are you doing here? I don’t remember inviting you to my house. Since when
is it okay to show up to someone’s house without their knowledge. You both need
to leave and never come back.”

“Sofia, we’re—”
She holds her hand up, stopping me. “Get out. Don’t ever come back. If I wanted
you here, I would’ve asked you. You’re not welcome.”

“Let’s go, Eleanora,” Kellie says, reaching for my hand. “If you could show us a
way out that wouldn’t require us to go by your mother, we’d appreciate it.”

Sofia walks away. I’m not sure if we’re supposed to follow her or not, but Kellie
does and she’s pulling me right along with her. Sofia stops at the section of fencing
that’s attached to their garage. She lifts a gray box, pushes some numbers and the
gate opens. The realization that we were trapped starts to set in.

“I don’t understand, Sofia.”

“Leave,” she says. “Don’t ever call me again.”

Kellie doesn’t think twice about it. We have to step through two cacti plants,
scraping the skin on our arms and legs as we pass, and we all but run to my car,
where Alicia is standing. I try to smile, but I know for a fact it’s nothing more than
a grimace.

We get in. I start the car and don’t even worry about putting on my seat belt. One
last look ahead, I find Alicia standing there, waving.

Quinn
Iknew joining a band would be time-consuming. What I hadn’t banked on was
being so tired at the end of the day, which in band life, is the early hours of the
next morning, resulting in me neglecting the important things in life. For instance,
I’d really like to take a shower, at least one that lasted longer than five minutes.
Shaving would be nice, but instead, I have this nice beard coming in. I’ve never
been a fan of them but removing it any time in the near future doesn’t seem to be
on my to-do list. My mother would like to have lunch, or at least, see me because
talking to my sister to get to me is not enough proof that I’m still alive. Calling
Nola or responding to one of her text messages would also be nice. I’m sure by
now she’s made the assumption that I’m a total douche and wants nothing to do
with me, which honestly, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. As much as I like her,
starting a relationship while this band is getting off the ground probably isn’t the
best idea. Most of my time is going to be tied up with my new “family” and I’m
sure Nola has better things to do than to wait for me.
I’d also like to grocery shop, clean my apartment, and sleep. All of which have
gone by the wayside.

Right now, it’s circle time, just like we had in kindergarten. It’s actually our daily
meeting where Elle encourages us to open up, get to know one another and air our
differences so that there’s nothing creating a wedge between any of us. I suppose
now is the time to tell Ajay that I’m completely jealous of how good he is on the
drums and my dad dotes on him or tell Elle that I think she’s turning into a massive
diva.

Nope. Instead, I sit here and keep those thoughts to myself because they’ll make
me look petty and childish. I’m already struggling with this envy thing that I have
with Ajay and my father, and I don’t want to drag the rest of the band into it.
Honestly, it’s not something that can be fixed by anyone but myself. I don’t want
my dad to stop mentoring Ajay, and I definitely don’t want to hurt Elle’s band.

That’s all we are right now, Elle’s band or this band she’s put together. We haven’t
decided on a name. Hendrix, who I have grown to love, suggested we have
“experience” at the end of whatever we decide on. Elle vetoed it, saying we’re not
a Jimi cover band. The dude looked pretty dejected, but I agree with my sister.

“Quinn, do you have any ideas on a band name?” Elle asks.

I shake my head. “Sorry, I don’t.” It’s one of the reasons why being a solo artist is
easy. I don’t need a band name. I can just be Quinn James and I’m good to go, or I
could be Quinn, like Prince or Bono, although, both of those men were part of a
band.

Elle sighs and runs her hand through her hair. She’s doing that a lot lately, tugging
and pulling on her hair. This band is stressing her out, and I don’t know if that’s a
good thing or not. I know she wants us to be successful, but at what cost? The gig
coming up at the Roxy is huge. We’re opening for our dad’s band and that in itself,
is monumental. Everyone we know will be there, and while my sisters and I are
used to being in the background when they play, this will be different.

Our no named band is expected to mingle, to visit with the record executives and
the media. Elle demands it. She wants us to be personable, and at the ready. I get it.
My sister doesn’t want us to be one of those bands that takes years to get off the
ground. That’s how much faith she has in us.

“Distraction,” Ajay blurts out. Elle turns sharply to him.

“Keep going,” she says. “Because I like that, but that’s not it.” She stands and
starts pacing. Her hands are clasped, then they’re in her hair again, and then she’s
biting her finger. I’ve never seen her like this. This focused and determined.
“Envy,” Dana says, but Elle shakes her head.

“Easy?” Keane asks.

“No, that’s not it. There’s a word I’m thinking of, but—”

“Sinful,” Hendrix blurts out. Elle’s head pops up and she narrows in on him. If I
didn’t know any better, I’d think my sister just marked her prey.

“What did you say?” she asks.

“Sinful. Sinful Distraction,” he says again.

“Why? What’s your reasoning?” Elle walks toward Hendrix. The rest of us lean
closer, waiting to hear what he has to say. He looks scared. I don’t blame him one
bit, but my sister is harmless… for the most part.

Hendrix looks around and from where I’m sitting, I think he’s looking at Dana.
“She’s my distraction,” he says, pointing at her. “She’s sinful in ways no one will
ever know about.”

“Until I start dating again.”

“God, no, woman!” Hendrix hangs his head and covers his ears.

I look over at Dana. She’s looking at her fingernails and ignoring Hendrix’s antics.
He really must be in love with her, after all these years.

“Sinful Distraction. Sinful Distraction,” Elle continues to say this over and over
while she walks around the room. We all watch her, turning on our stools, waiting
for the light bulb moment. “I like it.” She nods. “No, I love it. It’s perfect.”

“Looks like we have a band name,” I say, trying to be helpful. “We’ll need a killer
logo.”

“You’re right. I’ll get the team on it.”

“We have a team?” I question.

“Of course. Ben’s great with graphics. He has your website all set up, he’s just
waiting for the name. This is perfect. I need to go make some phone calls. You
practice. The Roxy is going to eat you alive if you’re not perfect. Sinful
Distraction, I love it,” she says as she walks out of the studio.
Not a second later, the intercom comes on. “You guys ready?” Tyler asks. He
doesn’t wait for a response. We get up and take our spots. We have to nail one
more song for our demo, which Elle wants to have ready for our gig.

***

My dad,along with my uncles and my bandmates are setting up for tonight’s gig.
4225 West is helping Sinful Distraction. I call it more like babysitting or trying to
have their hand in our cookie jar. I know they mean well, but I’m subjected to
more of my dad and Ajay talking shop than I care to listen to.

“How are things?” Liam asks.

“Fine, I guess.”

“Still okay with your decision?”

I shrug. I’m not sure that I am. I miss my life, the one I was trying to have. Yes, it
was boring, but it was perfect for me. “You didn’t mention how stressful and busy
I’d be. I can’t remember the last time I ate.”

“I remember those days. It’s important that you take care of yourself. A healthy
body is a healthy mind. You don’t want to cloud it with drugs.”

“I’m not going to turn to drugs,” I tell my uncle. He and my father have always
tried to keep a clean image, but I know there was a time when they faltered early in
their career. Liam doesn’t talk about it, but he’s always been on us while growing
up, about how messed up we can become once we start. I’m high on life as far as
I’m concerned.

Keane comes over with JD in tow. “Keane, this is Liam Page.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” he says, shaking Liam’s hand.

“You too. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have?”

Liam nods. “Elle’s my niece. My band has sort of been guiding her along the way.
I hear you have a daughter.”

“I do, she’s in the back room.”

“Great, my daughter, she’s a bit older, but she’ll be here in a few minutes with her
mom, will keep her company.”

“Aunt Josie’s coming?” I ask.

“And my missus and Eden,” JD adds.

“The whole family, huh?”

Liam and JD laugh. “Do you honestly think any of them would miss your big
debut with a band?” Liam asks.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I know they wouldn’t, I just hoped they would.”

“Would what?” my dad asks as he joins us. Ajay is standing next to him. I try to
ignore the bitterness I’m feeling. Having my dad here is great for the band, and
Ajay’s good. He’s really good. I need to get over this. Maybe he and I need to go
out and have some beers, shoot some pool and just be bros or something. Anything
I can do to not want to rip his head off.

“Liam was just telling Keane that Betty Paige will be here later, so she can sit with
his daughter and I was saying how surprised I am that everyone’s coming.”

My dad’s hand rests on my shoulder. Somehow, this feels reassuring, as if I needed

him to acknowledge me. Truth is, I did. “Your mom wouldn’t miss this for the
world, son.”

A ball size knot forms in my throat. I don’t know why his words affect me so
much, but they do, and I needed to hear them.

“You’re lucky you have such a supportive family,” Ajay adds. “When I left home
my mother moved away and didn’t tell me until she needed to borrow some
money.”

“Parents,” Liam says. My dad and I laugh because we know all too well what his
father is like. His mom though, she’s pretty amazing and I like her. She’s
especially crazy at Noah’s games.

“Well, my family’s big enough to share.” I’m shocked by my words but stick to
them. “My mom will likely adopt you, my aunts will cater to your every need, and
the sister you haven’t met yet, well she’ll make you look foolish if you try to talk
sports with her, so I would avoid that if at all possible. Either way, family is what
you make it, right Liam?” I say the words that he said to me not so long ago.

Liam smiles. I can see it in his eyes that he’s proud. “That’s right.”
“How long have you known Quinn?” Ajay asks.

“Well, that would be from the time he was like a day or two old.” Liam looks at
my dad, who nods. “So, all his life.”

“Lucky guy, growing up with these two.”

“Hey mate, what about me? What am I, chopped liver?”

Ajay holds up his hands, shaking his head and laughing. “No, not at all. I
misspoke. I meant three. It’s like Quinn was the baby from that movie, Three Men
and a Baby.”

JD finds this extremely funny. He’s bent over and slapping his knee, while my dad
and Liam look on. I’m not sure if I have a reply, but I guess from an outsider’s
point of view, that was totally me. A band raised me, and of course, my grandma
and Aunt Yvie helped.

“Why’s everyone sitting around?” Elle asks as she enters the venue. Her hair is in a
bun and her glasses are on. Ben is standing next to her, staring at her, completely
oblivious that she’s working. I have no doubt some librarian fantasy of his is
playing out in his head and she’s none the wiser.

“We’re getting to know each other,” Dad says. Elle cocks her eyebrow at him in
what seems like a challenge, but Dad holds strong. He’s never put up with her
attitude before and I can’t imagine he’s going to start now.

“Well, chat later, the doors are about to open and the last thing I want is for the
gaggle of Liam Page fans to rush the stage and hurt him. I’d rather get paid for
tonight and not have to cover my uncle’s medical expenses.”

“I can take care of myself, Elle,” Liam says, puffing out his chest. She waves him
off and pulls the puppy dog Ben behind her. It’s a good thing his tongue is in his
mouth or I might make barking sounds at him.

“She’s right. Let’s pick up so the curtains can close, and we can get this show on
the road,” Liam barks orders and everyone moves. The 4225 West road crew
works quickly, getting the instruments organized while my band gathers in the
corner.

“I can’t thank each and every one of you for agreeing to be a part of this madness. I
know what you’re sacrificing and believe me, I appreciate it,” Dana says, wiping
away some tears. “We haven’t even played live yet, and I already know tonight’s
going to be amazing.”

“I love you,” Hendrix says, and she rolls her eyes.

“I hope we don’t let you down,” I tell her. I look at the rest of the group and smile.
“We just need to go out there and be the best.”

“We’re opening for your dad’s band, doesn’t that freak you out?” Ajay asks.

I shake my head. “Not in the slightest. I think it’s an honor that they’d do this for
us.”

“Yeah, it is,” Keane adds.

“Liam Page is a god,” Dana says. I cringe, but it’s not the first time I’ve heard that.

“Just remember, he’s married and my aunt… well, she’s nice on the outside, but
vicious when it comes to my uncle.”

Dana gives me a two-finger salute and turns to leave the stage with us following
behind her. As soon as we’re in our dressing room, I’m tackle hugged by a fierce
teenager. Paige has her arms wrapped around my waist in a vise grip.

“Are you trying to break me, Paige?”

“No, but I’ve missed you, Quinn.” She finally lets go and looks up at me. I
remember the day she was born. It was a crazy afternoon, that’s for sure.

“Everyone, this is Betty Paige, Liam’s little girl.”

“I’m not little,” she says.

“I know, but to me, you are. And I’ll make sure every guy knows that.”

Paige scoffs. “You’re just like Noah.”

“Ha,” I tell her. “He’ll be worse. Come here, I want to introduce you to my new
friend.” I take Paige by the hand and walk over to the sofa where Chandler is
sitting with her iPad. She looks up as I approach. “Hey, Chandler I want you to
meet Paige. She’s going to chill with you back here while we do our thing.”

“Okay,” she says rather meekly.

Paige lets go of my hand, not that she needed to hold it to begin with, but I’m
willing to take the effort for as long as possible. I know Noah isn’t happy about his
baby sister being a teenager, and I can easily say, I don’t like it much either. She
sits down and cozies right up to Chandler.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching a movie.”

“May I watch with you?” Chandler nods and slides the iPad to the middle. “Oh, let
me grab my extender, this way we can both listen.” Paige gets up, grabs her bag
and comes back. She plugs in her dual adapter and her headphones and starts
laughing immediately.

“Thank you,” Keane says beside me.

“For what?”

“For this.” He points to the two girls. “She hates being here and she misses her
mom. I’m trying, but this is how I make ends meet.”

“I was her once. I grew up on the road, so I get it. Paige does too. Don’t worry,
Keane. As soon as my mom and aunts get here, Chandler will be doted on.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t because we’re family now.”

I’m finally starting to see what my uncle was talking about when he said the band
becomes your family. I see so much of myself in Chandler, tucked in the corner all
by myself. I would’ve loved to have Noah or a friend on the bus or sitting next to
me in the dressing room, while I waited for my dad. I don’t know if this is me
giving back or what, but I’m determined to make sure Chandler doesn’t live a
lonely existence while her dad is playing with us.

Eleanora
“Ithink you should call out sick tonight.” Kellie sits on the edge of my bed, while I
stand in front of the mirror in my room, trying to put on some makeup. Anything I
can do to cover the growing bags under my eyes.

“I can’t.”

“You’re quitting anyway.”

“That’s not the point,” I tell her.

“I know you want to see Quinn. I’m telling you he’s not worth it.”
She’s right. Nothing about this trip, aside from spending time with Kellie, has been
worth it. I’m still reeling from our visit with Sofia. I don’t even know what to think
about that. I thought we were best friends, but the way she and her mother acted
when we were there? I don’t get it. I know Kellie and I shouldn’t have shown up
unannounced, but I wanted to surprise Sofia and see her one last time before I went
back to South Carolina.

The drive back to Los Angeles was nothing more than a blur. We were about thirty
minutes away from the oddest experience of our lives when I had to pull over and
expel the contents of my stomach. It was like the last few years didn’t mean
anything to Sofia, that our friendship was nothing more than a way to pass the
time, and that hurt. It still does. Since, I’ve typed out message after message to
send to her but can’t bring myself to actually press the button. I think, deep down, I
fear that she’s changed her number, effectively closing the door on our friendship.

Kellie though, she’s over it. While we were all roommates, she wasn’t that close to
Sofia, and after the encounter we had with her mother, Kellie is more than happy to
be rid of the craziness that came with our drive to Arizona.

“It’s not just that. I don’t want to let Zeke down. It’s open mic night. We’re going
to be busy.”

“Nope, it’s canceled. Look.” Kellie holds her phone out, showing me the Bean
Song’s Facebook page and sure enough, they posted that open mic night is
tomorrow instead of tonight. I frown. Why didn’t Zeke call and tell me? “See, call
out.”

I look at her for a moment before turning back to my mirror. “I’m sure we’ll still
be busy.”

Kellie leans back on my bed and scrolls through her phone. Ever since the incident
at Sofia’s, she’s been hanging out at the apartment a bit more. I tell myself it’s
because she knows I’m leaving soon and not because of the horrific moment we
shared.

Okay, it wasn’t horrific in the sense we were going to die, although we thought for
sure something was going to happen to us. The scene was like something out of a
horror movie. I expected the backyard to start closing in and forcing us to the pool,
where the Blob was going to rise out and swallow us whole, or Alicia Tucker was
going to poison us with our drinks, which thankfully we chose to leave alone.

What I didn’t expect was Sofia’s indifference toward us. My once cheerful best
friend looked absolutely terrifying when she was telling us to leave. It’s hard to
believe I lived with her for two years and never saw this side of her.
“Oh my, God!” Kellie sits up and starts bouncing on my bed. “You’re so calling in
sick.”

“Why now?”

“4225 West is playing at the Roxy. Some new group is opening up for them Sin
Disasters or something like that. We have to go.”

“Who?” I ask. It wasn’t until I started college that I started listening to other genres
of music besides country. Still, it’s my fallback.

“Remember when you asked me about Liam Page? You said he played with
Quinn?”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“This is his band. Do you know what that means?”

I shake my head.

“Quinn is likely to be at the Roxy because his dad’s the drummer, and maybe this
is why open mic night is canceled. If 4225 West is playing locally, everyone will
be in West Hollywood. I’m calling Carson.”

“Why Carson?” I ask as she presses her phone to her ear.

“Guest list, of course.”

I nod, remembering the connection this family has to VIP lists. Knowing someone
here definitely opens tons of doors, but you have to know the right people. Kellie is
on the phone with Carson for a minute. When she hangs up, her smile tells all.

Letting out a big sigh, I reach for my phone and text Zeke, letting him know that
I’m not coming in. Thankfully, he tells me that’s fine and he’ll see me later. Thing
is, he probably won’t. My plan is to leave as soon as Rhett gets here. I’m ready for
my little adventure to be over, especially after the loss of Sofia. That’s going to
hurt for a long time. I don’t have an emotional switch. I’m not someone who can
easily shut off their feelings.

“I’m all set,” I tell Kellie, who dances a little jig in my room. She grabs my
shoulders and gives me a little shake.

“I know you saw Liam perform, but just wait. The man is a sex god up on stage.”

“Okay, you’re scaring me. I think you need some help for your celebrity crush.”
“Just you wait. You’ll be a puddle of female goo when you see this band. Sex
symbols. Each and every one of them.”

“And old,” I remind her. “Quinn’s older than I am so his dad has to be…”

Kellie grabs me once again. “Since when does age even matter?”

I push her away, so I can finish getting ready. “You better go put on your ‘come
and get me’ outfit so the ‘sex god’ Liam Page will fall head over heels for ya.”

“It wouldn’t work, even if I tried. The men in that group are fiercely dedicated to
their wives.”

“How do you even know this?” I ask.

“They’re very vocal about it and you never see them in the press having issues or
even hinting that something could be wrong.”

“Loyal men, well there’s a novelty.” Kellie’s face falls. We haven’t spoken much
about Roy, so I’m guessing she thinks I’m talking about Quinn. Maybe I’m talking
about both, although Quinn doesn’t really owe me anything. We sort of went on a
date, we kissed, and while it was the most romantic thing ever, it was just a kiss.
Nothing more and the fact that I’m looking to make it such is ridiculous. Besides,
I’m in no position to start anything anyway.

It doesn’t take Kellie long to get ready and being as I’m only going as her sidekick,
the only thing I change is my shirt. I leave my hair up and brush on a bit more
mascara and dab on a little extra eyeshadow to give me a smoky look.

Kellie all but drags me out of the apartment and into the waiting car. She tells the
driver where we’re going and if I’m not mistaken, he groans. I’m going to guess,
by the way Kellie speaks about this band, that the driver’s jealous and wishing he
could go.

The line outside of this club stretches around the building and across the street.
Kellie tells the driver to let us off by the door. He laughs and says something about
having to walk a mile.

The vibe outside is something I’ve never seen before. People are dancing, singing,
and are antsy to get in. Kellie and I walk right up to the bouncer, something the
mass of people behind don’t care for. I’d feel the same way if I had to wait in line
while others got to cut.

Inside, bodies are smashed together, and everyone’s dancing or jumping up and
down. I take an elbow or two to the head, shoulder, and my side, already wishing I
had gone to work. Kellie holds my hand, weaving us through the crowd. I have no
idea where she’s taking us but am so thankful for her right now. I’d be lost in a sea
of sweat and gyrating bodies.

Every so often, I get a glimpse of the stage. Liam Page is up there, singing and
playing the guitar. From where we are, I can tell he’s sweaty and his white t-shirt
coupled with the bright lights is doing nothing to hide his body art beneath the
material. It’s easy to see why Kellie is fawning over him.

Now that I’ve seen Liam and his group, my eyes are scanning the crowd for Quinn.
I don’t want to, but I can’t help it. I want closure. It’s for my sense of being and
peace of mind, mostly knowing that as I return home I have to go head to head
with Roy, and I’d like to know at least some other guy out there liked me, even for
a minute.

Kellie’s successful in getting us to the front of the stage where she promptly yells,
“I love you, Liam Page,” as if he can hear her over the loud music. My eyes land
on the drummer, who looks like an older version of Quinn, which only proves that
Quinn is going to age like fine wine. Glorious, sweet-tasting fine wine that can
make you feel incredibly sexy. Yep, I’ve never had it.

Instead of watching the band perform, I’m looking at the faces around me, standing
on my tippy toes, trying to get a higher vantage point. I’m knocked off balance and
fall into the stage. Multiple hands are there to help, only they’re dragging me away
from Kellie. I call out for her, but she’s zoned in on her crush.

I’m taken to a back room. It’s dark, dingy and smells like stale beer. The scent
makes me want to gag.

“Sit down,” a stern voice says as he points to the chair. I do as I’m told. “Why
were you trying to jump on stage?” The man in front of me sits backward on the
chair.

“Uh, I wasn’t. I got pushed. I was looking for a friend and someone fell into me.”

“Do you know how many times we’ve heard the same story?”

I shrug. “Being as I’m not in your line of work, I couldn’t tell you. May I go now?”

“What’s your name?”

“Eleanora Boone,” I tell him. He pulls out his phone. His thumb moves up and
down, and I’m hoping he’s looking at the guest list, although I’m not sure I’m
actually on it or if I’m Kellie’s plus one. If that’s the case, I’m likely booted out of
here and she’ll never know. It wouldn’t be the first time I left without her.

“Says here Carson Macauley put you on the VIP list.”

“Yes, his sister’s my roommate. We came together.” I could add that she’s the one
you have to watch out for, but I don’t. I’m not about to ruin her night.

He nods. “Stick to the back of the club. I don’t want to see you up front, harassing
Mr. Page.”

Is this guy for real? “Right.”

Another guy opens the door and gives me directions on how to get back to the
club. I brush by a couple making out, although, it’s more like a heavy petting
session and they’re in desperate need of a room, and a group huddled together.
You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what they’re doing.

Back in the club, nothing’s changed. I head to the bar in need of some liquid
encouragement, and that’s when I see him. He’s with the two women from before
and they’re talking or trying to have a conversation with another guy. I make my
way over there, bound and determined to get an answer as to why he ghosted me.

I stand there on the edge of their group with my hands on my hips, yelling “hey”
but he doesn’t hear me. At this point, I have nothing to lose. I step into the middle
of their entourage, place both of my hands on his chest, and push him as hard as I
can.

Let’s face it, I’m weak. Quinn barely budges. He’s glaring at me, but his
expression quickly changes into a smile. He pulls me forward into a hug. I inhale,
wanting to commit his scent to my memory, but almost gag. He definitely has a
nice buzz going on.

Again, I push him away and shake my fist at him. There’s no point in arguing with
him about anything because he can’t hear me. So, I walk away. He left me without
a word and I’m going to do the same.

Except, he’s hot on my tail. His hands are on my hips and he’s helping me get
through the crowd. Outside, girls scream his name, but he ignores them. With his
hand in mine, he walks us briskly up a small hill and behind the building.

“Nola,” he says. “I owe you an apology.”

“Huh?”

Quinn smiles. “Do you remember when I told you I joined a band?” I nod. “Life
has been crazy, and I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to call you back.”

“Likely story.”
He nods. “Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry. I try not to be aloof and it’s completely out of
character for me to ignore someone. It wasn’t my intention. I honestly
underestimated how time-consuming the band would be.”

I let his words sink in and decide I don’t really care. My days in L.A. are numbered
and I have nothing to lose. I propel myself forward and attack his mouth with
mine. His hands are instantly all over my body, and the liquor he’s consumed
makes his kiss even more dangerous.

Tonight, I want to live dangerously. “Can we get out of here?” I ask, out of breath.
I continue to press my lips to his, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, we can. My place?”

“Perfect.”

Quinn
Nola sits beside me, her arm tucked into mine, and my hand rests between her
thighs. Her fingers are playing with my necklace. The medallion that hangs from
the chain was a gift from my mom after she adopted me.

Tonight, I feel like I’ve won the lottery. Not only did our gig go amazingly well,
but I also ran into this woman, who I’ve desperately wanted to see, but figured too
much time had passed. I’m an idiot for not calling her back and putting in an effort
to stay in touch. Having her pressed against me like this, it feels natural. It’s not
forced or an eager attempt to get laid. Right now, I’m content with just holding her
if that’s all she wants. It’s honestly not what I expect after the way I pushed her
aside.

The cabbie pulls into my complex. I toss him a few twenties and take Nola by her
hand, pulling her behind me. “You’ll have to excuse the mess. I’ve been busy.”

I let her in, turning on the light. She stands there, looking at my bachelor pad,
making me wonder what she’s thinking. Most of the stuff is new after Elle moved
out, but it’s still a guy’s place. The painting on the wall is crooked; there are beer
bottles on my coffee table, dirty socks on the floor and a nudie magazine sitting on
the couch.

Of course, the magazine grabs her attention. “You look at this stuff?” She holds it
up with two fingers as if the pages are contaminated.
“It’s not what you think.” As soon as the words are out, I wish I could take them
back. Stepping forward, I take the magazine from her and put it back in the drawer
where it belongs. “A long time ago, the magazine did a spread…”

Nola raises her eyebrow at me. “Okay, wrong choice of word. They did an article
on my family, like really dug deep and tried to expose the skeletons in our closets,
but my dad, he turned the tables on them and the article was this masterpiece of
how to achieve goals by working hard and how to survive in the industry. I was
reading it before tonight’s gig, for inspiration…” I let my words trail off. I should
probably order her a taxi to go home and just lose her number at this point.

“Did you play tonight?”

I nod. “Before my dad’s band. They let us open for them. That’s why the crowd
was so huge tonight.”

“They’re popular.” It’s either a question or a statement, I’m not sure, which.

“Do you want to sit down, or I can order you a taxi to take you back to your place.
I’m sure the magazine…”

“The magazine’s fine, just caught me off guard. Most guys I know hide them in
their room.”

Slowly, I shake my head. “That’s my only one. You can look around if you want.”

“I trust you.”

She trusts me. Those words, I definitely love to hear. “Can I get you something to
drink?”

“I’d love a beer,” she says, looking up at me. Screw beer, I want to sit down next
to her and get to know her some more. However, I do as she asks and bring back
two cold ones and pop the top for her. Nola takes a drink and makes the cutest and
sorriest bitter beer face. “This is gross.”

“Sorry, it’s all I have.” I look down at my bottle, wondering why she doesn’t like
it, especially as she asked for it. I happen to think it taste damn good.

She sets the bottle on the table and buries her face in her hands. My hand instantly
goes to her back and starts rubbing. “I’m sorry,” she says.

“For what?”

Nola shakes her head, pushes her hair back and rearranges the way she’s sitting so
she can face me. “I’m not a huge beer fan. I don’t know why I asked for it.”
“What do you like?”

“Wine.”

“I have wine.” I get up and grab the bottle and a glass. I’m pouring it into the glass
as I walk back into the living room. “Before you ask, my sister left it the other
day.” I hand her the glass of red something or other. Elle told me what it was, but I
wasn’t paying any attention.

“Oh, this is good.” She takes another sip. “Shit, it’s really good. I’ve never had
cranberry wine before.” Leaning forward, Nola refills her glass. “Do you want to
try?” she asks as the glass is poised to touch her lips.

“Yes.” I take the glass from her, only to set it down on the table, and reach for her.
She comes willingly, straddling my hips. My hand rests against her cheek and my
thumb brushes lightly over her cheekbone. She turns slightly, kissing the palm of
my hand. I bite my lower lip to keep some control over this situation. I want to
pounce, to pick her up and carry her to my bedroom so I can devour her, make love
to her until the sun comes up, but I don’t deserve her. Not after the way I treated
her.

Nola grinds into me, pushing herself deeper into my groin. My response is
immediate, and I let her know what she’s doing to me. Her hips start to move back
and forth, creating the smallest amount of fiction, but it’s enough to send
shockwaves through me.

My thumb moves over her lower lip. Her tongue darts out, wetting the pad of my
skin. There’s a shift in the air, both of us know it. For me, it’s in the way she’s
looking at me, with hooded eyes and a devilish smirk. “What are we doing here,
Nola?”

She grinds her hips into mine. “I don’t know, but I like it.”

“So, do I. Can I take you to my room?” My hands move under her shirt. She tenses
for a moment, but smiles.

“I’m ticklish.”

“Good to know.”

“About your bedroom…” She pauses. This is where she tells me we’re just going
to make out and I’m okay with it. Nola’s hands find the hem of her shirt. She lifts
it over her head and tosses it behind her. I swallow hard at the sight of her plump
breasts covered by the lace of her bra. I swallow hard as an unsteady hand reaches
out to touch her. “Quinn,” she says my name quietly. “Bedroom.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scoop her up into my arms, carry her into my
bedroom, and set her down on my messy bed. “I’m sorry my bed is a mess.”

“Quinn, I don’t care. What I do care about is the amount of clothes we’re wearing.”

This side of Nola is unexpected, a bit daunting and very welcome. I’m happy to
accommodate and do as she asks.

***

The sun beamsthrough my bedroom window, shining its rays onto Nola. She lays
there sleeping, with her hand tucked under the pillow and her blonde hair spread
out. About an hour ago, I moved it away from her face, so I could stare at her. I’m
probably being a creep, but after last night and earlier this morning, I think we’re
past the stage where anything we do to each other could be considered disturbing.

This woman, the one who I made love to all night, the one who screamed out my
name in pleasure and dug her nails into my skin, showed me what I’ve been
missing. The way she responded to my touch, like her body needed mine to
survive, sent me to a whole different level emotionally.

I have never felt so connected to a woman before like I feel with Nola. It’s as if
we’ve known each other for years, been in each other’s lives from the beginning. I
don’t want to go as far as saying she’s my soul mate, but I feel that she is. The way
my heart is beating right now, I think she’s the only one who can tame it.

“You’re staring at me,” she mumbles.

“Your eyes are closed, you know nothing.”

She smiles. It’s soft, genuine and perfect. I lean forward to give her a kiss, but she
shies away. “Morning breath.”

“I don’t care,” I tell her. I’m in hot pursuit, trying to pin her down and when I do,
the urge to take her again is there. I flex my hips. “Are you sore?”

Her lower lip is nestled between her teeth. It’s her tell. She wants what I’m
offering, what I’m ready to give her. I learned this after round two. I watched for
signs to make sure I was giving her the pleasure she needed, that she demanded
from me.

Her body gives me the answer I seek when it arches into me. Leaning over her, my
hand seeks protection in my empty drawer. My face falls as I let out a groan.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“It seems to me that we’ve used my supply.”

“Oh,” she says, but doesn’t stop rubbing up against me. My hand rests on her hip,
trying to make her stop, but she doesn’t.

“Nola.”

“I’m on the pill, if that’s any consolation.”

“Yes, it is, but I wouldn’t feel right.”

She holds my face between her hands and raises her hips. I’m right there. I can feel
her heat surrounding me, welcoming me. “I need you, Quinn.” Her kiss is urgent.
Her desire for me is coming off her in waves. I shift to her side and let my hand do
the work, giving her what she needs.

“More,” she urges, gripping my shoulders and pulling me toward her. Does she see
the struggle I’m going through? Can she not see how much I want to dive right into
her, to feel her clamp down around me? “I’m safe. We’re protected.”

Her words split time between my heart and brain. One is saying go for it, while the
other is telling me to back off and take a cold shower. I don’t know which is saying
what though because my thoughts are jumbled. They’re mixed up between what’s
morally right and what’s pleasurable.

Pleasure wins. Hands down. Consequences be dammed. If this is the one bad thing
I do in life, I’m doing pretty good.

I’m in mid-thrust when someone says my name. I look at Nola because she
sounded a lot like my mother when she said my name, except she’s looking back at
me like a deer caught in headlights.

“Honey, I knocked, but you didn’t answer and the door… Quinn James!”

“Shit, Mom.” I scramble to cover Nola and myself up. “Get out of my room.”

“Oh, my goodness.”

“Fuck,” I say aloud. My fist slams down on my bed multiple times as I continue to
swear.

“So, that’s your mom.”

“Yep, and I guarantee she’s picking up my living room, doing my dishes, and
waiting for us to come out.”

“Oh.”

I turn to look at the beauty lying next to me. I can’t imagine what she’s going
through, although I have to say I’d rather get caught by my mom and not Nola’s
Dad. There’s something about a dad catching his daughter getting laid that doesn’t
sit well with men.

Sliding next to her, I kiss her temple. “I know it’s early, and we just started this
thing between us, but do you want to meet my mom? If not, I’ll send her away.”

“Yeah, sure. I mean, she’s seen my tits, might as well know my name.”

I laugh and pull her on top of me. Like the devil himself, I’m ready to finish the
deed, and because I have no self-control, I push my hips into her.

“Stop,” she says, swatting my chest.

“Just the tip? Now that I’ve had you, I can’t resist you.”

Nola sits up. The sheet pools around her naked body and instantly my hands go to
her chest. Fuck me. This woman is a goddess and if I play my cards right, she’ll be
mine. “How about I tell my mother to go away? This way, I can finish what I
started.”

She shakes her head. “First impressions are important and right now, I’m not
making a very good one with your mother and I’d really like to.” Nola leans
forward, dangling her glorious breasts over my chest. “Quinn, take me to meet
your mother.”

“Anything for you.”

Eleanora
As much as I hate it, I slide out from under Quinn, pulling the top sheet with me to
cover up, and scramble to pick my clothes up off the floor. I don’t look at him
when he sighs or when his bare feet come into view while I’m on my knees,
looking for my shirt. A shirt that doesn’t seem to be anywhere on his bedroom
floor.
“Have you seen my shirt?” I ask, without looking at him. I imagine his hand is
pushing through his hair. Hair that I had between my fingers not so long ago until
his mother… Oh, my God… his mother! “Quinn, please help me find my shirt,” I
say in complete panic.

“I think it’s in the living room.”

Nothing but pure dread washes over me. I want to cry. I’m beyond embarrassed
that we were caught. Who doesn’t lock their door? This is freaking Los Angeles
for goodness sakes. And, I’m horrified. So, freaking disgusted with myself right
now. Not only because his mom caught us, but because when he wanted to finish,
bareback, I almost let him. What the hell is wrong with me? Who can even think
about sex after that? Apparently, Quinn and me. It seems that we have no morals or
values right now.

“You’re kidding, right?” I stand and cinch the sheet tighter. “How am I supposed
to go out there and meet your mom? She already knows we’re screwing and now I
have to walk out there like this?” I point to myself to add emphasis.

Quinn doesn’t smile. He doesn’t even frown. He continues to look at me with

contempt in his eyes.

“What?” I ask.

“This wasn’t just sex for me, Nola. I really like you.”

“Okay.”

He steps forward. “No, not okay. I’ve never introduced anyone to my parents
before and I know getting caught isn’t the way to meet my mom, but…” He pauses
and closes the gap between us. One of his hands is on my hip, pulling me closer,
while the other is under my chin, tipping my face up so he can look into my eyes.
If I weren’t nervous, I’d be melting into his embrace. “I really like you and would
love for you to meet my mom.”

“Okay,” I whisper. “But I don’t have a shirt, Quinn.”

“Would you like to wear one of mine?”

No, because it’s so obvious, but I guess his mother already knows, given that she
walked in on us. She’s seen my boobs. Oh, Lord help me, she’s seen my freaking
boobs. I’m going to hell in a handbasket right now. His mom is going to hate me.

I nod, and he leans down to kiss me. “We should get out there,” I say after he pulls
away.
Quinn groans. “I’m so sorry I didn’t lock the door.”

Oh, now he’s sorry. I guess in the grand scheme of things, it’s better that his
mother walked in and not some axe murderer. We could be dead, chopped to
pieces and stuffed into garbage bags, heading for the landfill where no one would
find us. Quinn and I could’ve become an unsolved mystery all because of his
carelessness. And now my mind is getting carried away. Sofia really must have
done a number on me.

“Maybe next time we lock it after we come in.”

He smiles. “Next time. I like that.”

Me too and so does my body because the thought of being with him again, sends a
new wave of energy through me. “Can you get me a shirt?”

Quinn does as I ask, thankfully, it’s just a plain black shirt. For a brief moment, I
had visions of him giving me a band shirt, making me look like the ultimate
groupie.

Is that what I am? A groupie? I want to escape. I want to run and hide and forget
this ever happened. But Quinn, he’s smiling, like this situation is something
comical.

“My shirt looks good on you,” he says as he kisses me. “I’m going to go out there
and talk to my mom. The bathroom’s through that door.” He nods to the door
behind me. “I can’t wait for you to meet her.” With another kiss, he’s out the door
and leaving me to more thoughts on how horrible this situation is. I’m going to
have to save face with a woman who caught me having sex with her son.

I do my best to straighten out my hair by leaving it in a ponytail. Braiding it would

take too long and a bun screams messy, and well, I’m trying to erase the image she
already has of me.

Quinn’s shirt is too long and tucking it in is near impossible without it bunching up
in my shorts. I push the front in and call it good. My face though… it’s another
story. I have razor burn from Quinn’s scruff and my makeup is everywhere. I do
my best to clean my face, but there’s no mistaking the look of shame. I guess I’ll
have to wear it well, and proudly.

Quinn likes me, and I’m downright infatuated with him right now. I have been
since I first saw him and mistakenly thought he was Sofia’s brother. What a
mistake that was. They’re nothing alike and the woman I saw standing in his
doorway definitely isn’t Alicia for which I’m extremely thankful. I use the toilet,
wash up and square my shoulders. I can do this, I tell myself. Even though I’ve
never been in a scarier position in all my life. The Tucker’s house,
notwithstanding.

I find Quinn and his mother sitting at his small dining room table. When he sees
me, he stands, smiles and comes to me, taking my hand. “Mom, I’d like you to
meet Nola. Nola, this is my mom, Katelyn.”

“Mrs. James, it’s such a pleasure to meet you,” I say, extending my hand to shake
hers. She hesitates, eyeing me up and down. I don’t even want to know what she’s
thinking because if it were me, I wouldn’t be keen on shaking the hand of the
woman bedding my son. But she does. Her movements are slow, but nonetheless,
she puts her hand in mine and we shake.

Quinn motions for me to sit next to him. The tension in the room is thick, but
Quinn is either completely oblivious or he just doesn’t care. His mom doesn’t
smile or even make eye contact with me, but she’s looking at her son with a stoic
expression. Maybe he was supposed to save himself for marriage or she thought he
was, and this is a blow to their family values. I know my parents were expecting
the same of me and would completely freak out if they found out I haven’t been a
virgin since high school, thanks to Roy.

“So, Quinn tells me you met at the Bean Song?”

“Yes, I just started working there.”

Mrs. James picks up her mug and takes a sip. “And where are you from?”

“I moved here from Idaho,” I tell her, leaving out anything about South Carolina
and college.

“I see. Quinn tells me you’ll be joining us this afternoon at the beach. His sisters
are very excited to meet you.”

“Geez, Mom. Do you think I could ask her first?”

His mom laughs. “I would think your friend would rather come out to the beach,
where everyone will be as opposed to your sisters showing up at your doorstep.”

I’m so confused right now. I look at Quinn, pleading for help. He sets his hand
down on my leg and gives it a little squeeze. “Nola might have plans, and I’ll never
understand why you had to text Peyton and Elle so quickly.”

“Your father too.”

Quinn hangs his head, making me feel sorry for him. Maybe this is why he’s never
introduced anyone to his family.
“Josie and Jenna as well,” she says before picking up her mug. “It’s not my fault
you took forever to put your clothes on.”

He throws his hands in the air. “You’re unbelievable.”

She winks. “You should’ve locked your door, Quinn.” His mom stands and looks
directly at me. “Please consider coming out to the beach today. His father would
love to meet you.” She leans down and kisses Quinn on the cheek. “Lock your
door next time, son. She deserves better than that.” I don’t know if she meant to
whisper this or not, but I heard her loud and clear. I can’t help but smile, even
though Quinn is clearly uncomfortable.

The silence thickens after his mom leaves. Quinn is staring at the table, but his
hand is still on my leg. I set mine on top and push my fingers between his. “I don’t
have to go with you later. I know we’ve only known each other for a few days and
well…”

“And well what?” he asks, turning his attention toward me.

“I was just going to say you don’t have to take me to meet your family today. I can
sense that you’re uncomfortable by the idea.”

He nods. “Is that what you think?”

I nod.

“I’m not uncomfortable, Nola. I’m mortified that I put you in this spot. Not with
my mother or my family, but leaving the door unlocked for anyone to walk in.
Believe me, my mother ripped into me. I’m happy you didn’t see her as soon as I
walked out. She may have looked calm to you, but I swear I thought she was about
to whip my ass for being a moron.”

“Heat of the moment,” I tell him, trying to ease his internal torment.

“Ha, heat of the moment. I was thinking with my…” He stops and doesn’t finish
his sentence. We both were thinking with our emotions and not our brains. Quinn
pulls me onto his lap. “I’m sorry, Nola.”

“For what?” I ask. I brush my fingers over the beard he’s growing. I’ve never been
one for facial hair, but on Quinn, it’s hot, and I really like it. “We both made a
mistake. It won’t happen again.”

He pulls his lower lip in between his teeth and adjusts the way I’m sitting. He’s
hard and ready, and pushing against the seam of my shorts. “Would you like to
come to meet my parents later?” he asks. “Everyone I know, and love will be there.
It’ll be crazy, an utter madhouse with a bonfire, booze, and surfing. My sisters will
be there. One is sweet as pie and the other is evil. My best friend will also be there.
My family is wild, crass and loving, and I’d love it if you came out there with me.”

Cupping his cheek, I lean in for a kiss. He deepens it instantly while his hands rock
my hips back and forth over him. The friction is pure torture and very welcomed.
Being interrupted is never a good thing and I’d like to finish what we started
earlier. First, he needs an answer. It pains me to pull away, but I do.

“I’d love to unless you’re not ready and only asking to appease your mom.”

Quinn laughs. “I’ve never been more ready. There’s something about you, Nola. I
can’t put my finger on it, but you drive me crazy with desire and I have this need to
show you off, to stake a claim and call you my girlfriend. Can I do that? Can I call
you my girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes you can.” Saying those words drives a stake into my heart. Rhett is due
to arrive any day to take me back home and right now, I don’t want to leave. Quinn
helps me stand and walks over to the door. I use this moment to pull my phone out
of my pocket and send a message to my brother. I’ve changed my mind. I’ll be
home by the party.

I hit send and shut off my phone. Quinn and I don’t have long, but I’m going to
make the best of it starting now. And seek out the right moment to tell him that I
have to return home by the Fourth of July.

Quinn
I’ve never been so nervous before and driving my bike out to my parents’ place
with Nola on the back, probably isn’t the best idea. I’m shaking. The grip I have on
the handlebars is tight, and I’m afraid to make any sudden moves out of fear that
I’ll crash.

Nola though, she’s pressed up against me and her hands are under my shirt. Every
so often, she runs her fingers over the swath of hair on my stomach, teasing me.
The jitters I have only get worse when she dips her hand below my waistband.
Doesn’t she realize that we’re on a motorcycle, which could turn into a death trap
if I’m not careful?

No, I don’t think she does because if she did, she’d give me a bit of space, even
though it’s the last thing I want. Right now, I want to pull over along the coast,
find a secluded spot and just be with her. Instead, we’re heading to my parents,
with my entire family waiting.

To say I’m surprised she’s with me would be an understatement. After this

morning, if I were in her shoes, I would’ve run, fast and far. What a clusterfuck of
epic fuckery. Who in the hell forgets to lock their door? Me. That’s who. I let lust
get the best of me, and as far as I’m concerned, it could’ve cost me everything. I
deserve to be flying solo, but Nola, she’s different. I knew this from the start.
There’s just something about her that makes her stand out from the rest. What that
is, I don’t know. I’m searching, but all I can find or come up with is the fact that I
like her, a lot. And, I know that’s why I don’t care that she’s coming home with
me. I want my family to meet her, to get to know her because I think she’s going to
be around for a long time.

As I slow my bike down, I feel Nola squirm behind me. Is she nervous? I know I
am. I expect Peyton to be her bubbly self and Elle… well, I’m not sure what to
expect. I wasn’t kidding when I told Nola my sisters are sweet as pie and evil.
Growing up, they were the opposite. Peyton kept to herself while Elle was the
outgoing loud one. After Peyton’s accident, Elle changed. She’s slowly coming
back around, but I think she likes being a bossy witch every now and again.

The line of cars surrounding my parents makes my stomach drop. We’re the last
one here and will have no choice but to make a grand entrance. Deep down, I have
a feeling my mom told me to be here at the wrong time so that I had to do this. She
knows how much I hate being under a microscope, and yet, all eyes will be on
Nola and me when we enter the house.

I pull into the garage and set my kickstand down. Nola knows what to do. She
takes my offered hand and gets off the bike. I move away from her, so I don’t kick
her and send her tumbling into my dad’s, and what looks like Liam and JD’s,
bikes. I’m willing to bet they’ve planned a ride for later. Something my mom and
aunts absolutely love.

Nola sets her helmet down and reaches for her hair. I grab her hand, stopping her
from undoing her braid. “Leave it,” I tell her. The way her hair is falling around
her face is perfect, and as much as I love her hair when it’s down, I like this look
on her as well.

“It’s messy.”

I shrug. “It’ll be windy on the beach. You’ll want it out of your face. Besides,” I
say as I sit on the edge of my bike and pull her between my legs. “When we go
surfing later, you won’t want it tangled in knots.”

“How do you know so much about hair?”

“Twin sisters remember.”

“Ah,” she says. “How will I tell them apart?”

“Um…” I pause, trying to think of something distinctive about them.

Unfortunately, the only thing I can come up with has to do with Peyton. “My
sister, Peyton, she was in a pretty bad accident almost two years ago, she has a scar
down her leg.”

“And if she’s wearing pants?”

I laugh. “Aside from the fact that she’ll be glued to her fiancé’s side, she’s the
sweet one. The one you don’t want to talk sports with. And I think Elle’s hair
might be darker right now.”

“And which one is your evil sister?”

“That’s Elle, she’s my manager and she’s not really evil. She’s just been through a
lot. Her boyfriend will be here. His name is Ben. Noah is Peyton’s better half.”

“Well, this won’t be confusing at all, Nola and Noah.” Nola rolls her eyes before
covering her face. I bring her into my arms and kiss her neck.

“You’ll be fine. They’re harmless, they’ll be inquisitive, but they all mean well.”

She nods against me. “Promise you won’t leave me?”

I nudge her forward, so I can look into her eyes. “Hey, Nola?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you think about being my girlfriend? I’d really like to introduce you as
such.”

She leans forward, cups my face and gives me a kiss. “I think it’s cheesy and
perfect. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Let’s go meet my family.” Instead of taking her through the garage, I take her to
the front door. My dad has owned this condo since I was young, but when he
adopted the twins, he and my mom bought the upstairs one and converted both
units into one big house. As soon as we step in, Nola stops in her tracks. I look at
her, not surprised in the least, by the expression on her face. The view my parents
have is beyond spectacular. The wall facing the beach is pure glass that slides
open, leaving a massive space to walk in and out from, making it look like there
isn’t a wall there at all.
“You live here?”

“I used to, but only in the summers until I graduated from high school. My parents
own a house in Beaumont, where we grew up. Would you like a tour, or do you
want to meet everyone?” Just as I ask, my aunt Josie walks in from outside.

“Hello, Quinn.”

“Hey,” I say. My palms are suddenly sweaty and as much as I want to let go of
Nola’s hand, I don’t want her to think I’m doing so because I’m embarrassed by
her. “This is my girlfriend, Nola. This is my aunt Josie. She’s Liam’s wife.”

Nola’s eyes go wide as she shakes Josie’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too. Everyone’s out back. I think they’re waiting for you,” she says, looking
directly at me. My lips close together, and the trepidation starts to increase. It’s
now or never. There’s no escaping.

Without even asking Nola or telling my aunt I’ll talk to her later, I walk toward the
back patio. Voices grow louder, and I can hear music playing the closer we get. I
pause at the door and shake my head.

“What’s wrong?”

“They’re listening to the demo the band made.”

“Is that you singing?”

I glance at Nola and nod.

“I missed your show last night.”

“There will be others.”

“With a voice like yours, I have no doubt. You’re amazing.”

“You mean in bed, right?”

Nola laughs.

I place my hand over my heart. “You’re bruising my ego.”

“Incorrigible,” she calls me. “I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about you.”

“In bed?” I hedge again.

“If you’re going to say, ‘in bed’ after everything I say, I’m going to bury you in the
sand.”

I look out over the beach and imagine myself buried there, with only my head
sticking out. Birds would crap on my head and peck my eyes out and knowing my
luck a dog would come by and lift his leg. “Yeah, I’ll stop,” I tell her.

We take the last few steps out and stand on the outside of the circle. Everyone’s
sitting around the fire pit. I clear my throat, even though I know damn well they
know I’m standing here.

“Quinn, didn’t hear you come in,” my dad says. “This must be Nola.” He stands
and walks over with his hand out. “I’m Harrison, Quinn’s dad.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ll go around the circle and introduce you to everyone, okay?” She nods, and I
start. “You’ve met my mom already, next to her is my aunt Jenna, JD, Ben, Noah,
Betty Paige, and that’s Liam.” Everyone waves. “Where are Peyton and Elle?”

“Right behind you,” Elle says. I turn slowly to find the terror twins standing behind
me. I don’t know why I thought bringing Nola here was a good idea.

“Nola, this is Peyton and Elle, my sisters.”

Peyton is the first to shake Nola’s hand. Elle, on the other hand, stands there with
her arms crossed. “I know you from somewhere.”

“She works at the Bean Song,” I tell my sister.

“Right,” Elle says, pointing at Nola. “You said something about knowing me, but
we’ve never met.”

“Actually, I had said I thought I knew his other sister, Sofia.”

“Quinn doesn’t have any other sisters,” Peyton snaps. I’m rather surprised by her
tone. “Just Elle and I, unless you mean Paige and Eden.”

“No, I know. It was a case of mistaken identity,” Nola defends. “My friend, Sofia,
she has a brother named Quinn who looks like…” She looks at me and smiles. I
want to kiss her for being so brave against these two, but I don’t need an audience.
Maybe when I take her out surfing later, I can sneak a few.

“Quinn?”
I look in the direction that my name is yelled from. Running toward us is Eden.
She slams her surfboard down a few feet from us. “Who’s this?”

“My girlfriend, Nola. This is Eden.” I make the introductions.

“Since when do you have a girlfriend?”

“Since right now, what’s it to you, squirt?”

Eden looks from me to Nola, and back to me. It’s when she meets my gaze that I
see she’s not happy. “Whatever,” she says and runs back toward her board.

“Don’t mind her, mate. She’s got her knickers in a twist because she thought you’d
surf with her all day,” JD says from behind us. I lead Nola over to the chairs, with
my sisters hot on our tails, and sit down. I refuse to let go of her hand, out of fear
she’ll leave me to the vultures that is my family.

“I can surf later. Do you want to learn?” I ask the beauty sitting beside me.

“If you’re teaching me, then yes.”

“Oh, gag,” Elle blurts out.

“Elle!” Our dad’s stern voice bellows out. He’s glaring at her, but she doesn’t seem
to care. Ben goes to her, leans down and whispers something in her ear. She nods
but says nothing.

“So, what did you think of the show last night?” Dad asks.

I glance at Elle, who is looking at the small fire. Later tonight, it’ll be a full-
fledged bonfire that will attract the neighbors. “I thought it was good. The crowd
was really into it.”

“You took off right after. Where’d you go?” Elle asks.

I smile. I can’t help it. I know exactly where I was and with who. “I had some
things to take care of.” I squeeze Nola’s hand, hoping to convey that she’s the
reason I bailed on the rest of the show.

“On Monday, we have business to take care of,” Elle tells me. “Band business.”

I don’t appease her with an answer. One isn’t needed. Her panties are in a bunch
because I ditched out on something she organized. Oh well.

“Nola, where are you from?” Peyton asks.

She clears her throat. “I’m from South Carolina but spent the last four years in
Idaho for college.”

“Gamecocks fan?”

Nola nods. “Quinn, tells me you’re a football fan. My daddy is friends with Steve
Spurrier. They used to golf together until Steve went to Orlando to coach.”

As soon as Nola starts talking about football, my eyes are on my sister. I’m waiting
for that moment, where Peyton will put my girlfriend in her place, but it never
comes.

“The biggest mistake he ever made was leaving Florida for the NFL.”

“My daddy calls it the no fun league.”

Noah chokes. His beer goes spraying into the fire. Liam starts laughing and
Peyton’s mouth drops open. Nola looks at me, eyes completely wide. “Did I say
something wrong?” she mumbles.

“Noah is the quarterback for the Portland Pioneers,” I tell her.

She covers her face for a moment. “Is there anyone in your family who isn’t
famous?”

Josie, Jenna, Betty Paige, and my mom all raise their hands. “Don’t worry, sweetie,
you’ll get used to it,” my mom says. I like that she says Nola will get to used to it.
What it is, I don’t know, but I’m assuming our family.

“Are you saying you had no idea who Quinn’s family is?” Peyton asks.

Nola nods. “Up until the other day, I had no idea who Liam was.”

This time, everyone starts laughing. I’ve honestly never met anyone who didn’t
know Liam, but I’m normally around people who gravitate toward the same
lifestyle he leads, so it makes sense. I pull her toward me and kiss the top of her
head. “God, I lo…” I stop speaking before I say the words that could ruin
everything. We haven’t known each other very long and there’s no way I’m in love
with her. Lust, yes. But love… I’m not even sure I know what that is.
Eleanora
Quinn’s family is fun, and they’re not treating me like a gold digger trying to get a
piece of the pie because that is exactly what this could look like. I stumbled into a
mega superstar family without even knowing who a single one of these people are.
Quinn’s Dad and his band aside, his best friend is also in the NFL, his one sister is
his band manager and his other one is going to be a sideline reporter starting in the
fall. I’ve never met a family so well connected in my life and I’m from a plantation
that’s been in my family since its inception in the late seventeen hundreds. Our
roots run deep with tradition, but this group thrives on success. I could sit and
listen to their stories for hours.

That’s what everyone’s doing, telling stories about Quinn and everything
embarrassing he’s done. Honestly, this is something I’d expect months into dating,
not hours, but his family doesn’t seem to care. Quinn, on the other hand, is red in
the face and ducking for cover each time someone starts another story. For the
most part, they’re harmless. It’s not like he’s broken any laws or went streaking
across the campus lawn. Not that I did that either, but my friends did.

There’s definitely tension through. It’s coming off in waves from Elle and Eden. I
believe it was JD, who I’ve noticed is called Jimmy by the women and JD by the
men, who said his daughter has a crush on Quinn. Jimmy doesn’t seem to mind
though and continues to poke fun at Quinn for leading his daughter on.

Now that lunch is over, I’m following Quinn into his parents’ house. I’m in
complete awe of the glass wall. To be able to look out over the ocean whenever
you want must be the most peaceful, calming thing to do. My house is close to the
beach, but still far enough away that we don’t have the sea salt air, can’t hear the
waves, and have to jump in the car if we want to spend the day there. After being
here, I can see myself living in a place like this, along the coast.

“This is my old room.” He opens the door and flicks on the light. He has the same
view as the living room does. I walk over to the glass and almost touch it before I
realize that I’d leave fingerprints. There are posters, a few trophies, and some
pictures on the wall. His walls are a dark blue and the comforter on his bed is white
with pillows that match his wall color. “This is a guest room now or where I stay
when I come out here.”

“Do you come here a lot?”

He nods. “The surfing is really good here, plus I’m close to my parents.”

I walk around, looking at the things he’s left behind. “You seem to have a tight-
knit family.”
“We are. It’s the band thing,” he says as if I’m supposed to understand what that
means.

“Explain, please.”

Quinn sits on the edge of his bed and beckons me over. I go willingly, eager to be
close to him. He rests his head on my stomach and his hand around the back of my
legs. This feels good, natural. This is where I belong. The feelings I have, the
energy and desire to be with him, the serenity and longing, is something I never
felt with Roy.

When he looks at me, I want to push him onto his bed and do things that should
never happen with his parents outside. “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. The
band is all I’ve ever known. I grew up on the road, living in tour buses and hotels. I
rarely went to public school. I had a nanny and a tutor. They would travel with us
or sometimes I’d stay with my grandma, but she worked so it was pretty much the
same thing, and I wanted to be with my dad.”

“What about your mom?”

He sighs. “My birth mom left me on my dad’s living room floor when I was a few
days old. I’ve never met her. Katelyn adopted me when I was nine. My dad
adopted the twins at the same time.”

“How long have your parents been married?”

He chuckles. “They’re not, unless you count common-law. Neither of them wants
to get married. My mom was married before she met my dad, but Mason, the
twins’ father, he died in a car accident.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

“It is, but it’s what brought us all to Beaumont. If that hadn’t happened, well I
don’t know where my father and I would be right now.”

I sit down next to him and rest my head on his shoulder. “My mom doesn’t work.
My dad manages crops. I have a brother named Rhett and a sister named
Williemae and she has two kids.”

“Williemae?”

Now I’m the one laughing. “She’s named after my parents. It’s a southern thing.”

“I’d like to meet them,” he says.

I look at him. My mother’s voice runs through my mind, she’s nitpicking
everything she doesn’t like about him from his messy hair, the scruff on his face, to
what he wears. He is the exact opposite of someone she’d choose for me, and yet,
he’s perfect. “I’m sure they’d like that.”

“Come on, let’s get you changed.”

“For what?” I ask.

“Surfing, of course.”

Quinn scoffs when I balk at the idea. He keeps telling me everything will be fine
and that he’ll be there with me so when I fall off, he’ll catch me. It’s a nice
romantic gesture, but the idea of falling into the ocean doesn’t appeal to me.

And yet, here I am, standing at the edge of the water with the waves washing over
my bare feet, in a tight-can-barely-breathe wetsuit, and standing next to me is this
sexy man who has yet to zip the rest of his wetsuit up, showing the people around
us his well-defined sex lines. My mouth waters from just looking at him. The worst
part is I think he’s oblivious to how sexy he is, and right now I want him to either
put his suit on or take me home, so I can explore every inch of his body.

“Nola, are you listening?”

I shake away my daydream. “I’m sorry, what?”

Quinn smiles, it’s dazzling. “I was telling you what we’re going to do.”

“Oh,” I say, looking out over the ocean. “What if I just sit and watch first?”

“Quinn, are you coming?” We both turn to find Eden about calf deep in the water
with her board resting next to her.

“I think she wants to surf with you.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” he asks.

“Go, I’ll sit here and watch.” I don’t have to tell him twice. Within seconds, he’s in
the water, on his board and paddling out, and because I’m still in this wetsuit, I
decide to sit where the waves will still reach me.

I haven’t a clue about surfing, but from what I can tell, Quinn and Eden are really
good and seem to enjoy themselves. I even find myself laughing when he crashes
and closing my eyes when the wave he’s about to tackle seems too big.
“He’s been doing this since he could walk.” Peyton sits down next to me, but her
gaze is on the water. Noah’s paddling out to where Quinn and Eden are. “You
should go out there, Quinn’s a good teacher. He taught us.”

“I think I’m okay being a spectator,” I tell her. “How come you’re not out there?”

“I thought I’d get to know you a bit. Quinn must think you’re the one if he brought
you into our madhouse.”

My heart jumps at her words. He can’t possibly think that after a few days. Heck,
not even days, but hours. “We haven’t known each other that long.”

Peyton nods. “My brother doesn’t do things hastily. That’s Elle. She’s the jump
first, ask questions later. I’m the planner in the family. I have a plan for everything,
except my wedding but that’s another story for another day. Quinn? He’s the one
who sits on the sidelines and makes sure everyone’s taken care of, never worrying
about himself. It’s nice to see him with his guard down. Like I said, you must be it
for him.”

I try to picture the guy she’s describing, and I don’t see it. When we’re together,
he’s carefree and outspoken, but being the one isn’t possible. “I’m not sure I
believe in love at first sight.”

“I do.” She nods back toward the house. “I’ve been in love with him for as long as
I can remember, before I even knew what love was, I knew I was going to marry
him.”

“When was that?”

She laughs. “Oh, when I was about five or so.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah, it took us a long time to figure things out, plus there’s an age difference.
I’m fairly sure my parents would’ve killed Noah if we started dating when I was
fifteen or sixteen.”

My parents are going to kill me when they find out about Quinn or when I call and
tell them that I’m not coming home. “How far apart are you?”

“Five years, but when you’re young, age matters.”

“Yeah, I suppose it does. When’s your wedding?”

She shrugs. “We haven’t picked a date. I want a winter wedding, he wants summer
because of his schedule so we’re in limbo.”
“That sucks.”

“Sure does.”

“Why not just elope?” I ask.

She pulls her legs up and that’s when I see it, the scar that Quinn mentioned. It’s
long and looks deep. “We’ve been through a lot or I have, and I want the fairytale.”

“Quinn said you were in an accident.”

Peyton looks at me, a slow smile creeps across her face. “Yeah, you’re definitely
the one. Quinn doesn’t talk about much of anything to people outside of our family
so if he told you, he must trust you.”

And there it is, the stab in my heart. I need to sit him down and tell him everything
about me, starting with my real name, and Roy. Keeping my situation, regardless
of the fact that I broke it off with him, shouldn’t be a secret. Quinn, aside from the
people at the Bean Song, are the only ones who call me Nola, and that’s just some
name I made up to reinvent myself while I’m here. What have I done? If his sister
is right, and I’m the one for him, I’ve started this relationship off with nothing but
lies and deceit. I’m such an idiot.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” We sit in silence, with my brain screaming at
me for being such a moron. I should’ve told him my name at least before I slept
with him, but no, I didn’t. I pray he looks at it as an oversight, but I’ll also have to
come clean about being here and how I’m supposed to go home soon, and then
there’s Roy. I have to tell him about Roy. My relationship with him and how my
parents are insisting on marriage, isn’t something I can just brush under the rug.

“Peyton, do you think I could have a minute with Nola?”

We both look up to find Katelyn standing next to us. I don’t know why, but my
heart sinks. This morning, she was gracious and kind. However, something deep in
the pit of my stomach tells me mama bear is about to come out. Peyton doesn’t say
anything as she gets up, leaving me alone with her mother. Right now, would be an
excellent time for Quinn to come ashore, but by the looks of it, the two of them are
having a lot of fun out there.

Katelyn hands me a bottle of water. I take it, twist the cap off, and take a drink. I
need this because my mouth is parched, and I have a feeling I’m going to have to
do a lot of talking.

“This morning was awkward,” she starts. “Never in a million years did I imagine
meeting a friend of his like that.”
“I can say the same thing.” I don’t need the reminder that she saw my boobs or the
fact she witnessed her son thrusting into me. Good times had by all.

“However, I’ve been thinking all day about it, and while I know my son is a grown
man and can do whatever he wants, I’m still his mother...” She pauses and seems
to collect herself. “Don’t hurt my son. He’s not your average twenty-something
year old who brings women over to his parents’ house. He doesn’t flaunt his life,
his social status, who his dad is or anything like that. Quinn’s an old soul, he’s shy
and prefers watching life from the outside. I won’t stand for anyone breaking his
heart so if this isn’t real for you, then please, leave now before he gets in too deep.”

And there’s the fierce protector in his life.

“Mrs. James, with all due respect, Quinn and I just started dating. We’re young and
trying to find our own paths in life. It’s hard to say where this relationship is
going.”

She keeps her focus on the ocean, never looking at me. “Quinn’s smitten by you,
and if you don’t feel the same, don’t prolong it.” She gets up, leaving me there to
sit and think. It takes me a whole five seconds to realize what I’m going to do.

“I’m going to stay,” I say out loud even though no one can hear me.

Quinn
“Your sister hates me.” Nola’s head is on my chest and she’s dragging her fingers
lazily over my skin. Aside from band practice, we haven’t left each other’s side in
days. And I like it. No, I love it and I’m fairly sure I’m in love with her. Over the
past few days, I’ve been tempted to say it, thought I had the right moment many
times, but have held back. I don’t know why because the words are right there. It’s
possibly out of fear, afraid she won’t say them back or feel forced to say something
she doesn’t mean.

I roll us over so we’re on our sides and pull the sheet up to cover her breasts. I
want to focus on what she said to me, and not the fact that her soft skin is begging
to be touched.

“Why do you say that?”

“You didn’t even ask me which sister I’m referring to.”

“I don’t have to. Peyton loves everyone and if she didn’t like you, she’d tell me,
and she hasn’t said a word. So now, tell me why you think Elle hates you.” I know
Elle’s pissed at me and it’s likely because of Nola. Thing is, I don’t care. The band
doesn’t need to practice twelve to thirteen hours a day, especially if we’re just
playing small gigs. Although, I know the gigs are going to change soon and we’ll
have to start traveling, but until then, until we’re off and running, I’m going to
spend as much time with Nola as I can. She needs to know she’s important to me.

She shrugs. “It’s just a feeling I get. When she stopped by last night, she didn’t
even say hi.”

“That’s Elle, she didn’t say hi to me either if you remember correctly. She threw
some papers at me, told me to sign them and walked out.”

“I just feel…” Nola buries her face into the pillow. “I don’t want to come between
the two of you.”

I start to laugh, which does nothing to help the situation. “Listen to me, Elle is fine.
It’s just her sunny disposition. It takes her a bit to warm up to people, but I promise
you, she doesn’t hate you.”

“If you say so.”

“I do, now stop worrying your pretty little head. You can talk to her tonight at the
Bean Song.”

Nola rises onto her elbow, the sheet falling away. I swallow hard and try to keep
my eyes steady on hers, but to no avail.

“Eyes up here, mister.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “They’re so perfect,” I tell her as I cup one of her breasts. She bats
my hand away and covers up, pulling the sheet up to her neck, and effectively
cutting off any visible skin. It’s hard to be serious around her when all I want to do
is touch her.

“Are you singing tonight?”

“Of course, I am. It’s how I buy groceries.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you’re not hurting for money.” Nola closes her eyes
and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“It’s fine. You can ask me anything, ya know.”

“I know, but I don’t feel like it’s any of my business.”

I lean forward and kiss her. As much as I want to deepen it, to make love to her
again, we’ve been cooped up in my room since dinner last night and I don’t want
her to think she’s here for sex, although I must admit, it’s pretty damn spectacular.

“I have a trust fund. The only thing I use it for is to pay my rent. I use the money
from the Bean Song to buy groceries and whatnot. Oh, and I’ve bought my car and
motorcycle. That’s it.”

“Thrifty,” she says, giggling.

“No, just smart. Our dad had us invest most of it. I can live off the interest I earn,
but if there’s something I want, I buy it. I know not everyone can live this way, so I
try not to flaunt it.”

“You definitely don’t come off as a trust fund baby.”

“That’s good.” I can’t resist her for long, no matter how hard I try. I roll over on
top of her and settle between her legs. Her fingers dig into my ass, pushing me
forward. “We should get up and go out, be human.”

“This is being human,” she says, arching her back.

“So is getting coffee and walking hand in hand through the park. We could get
some lunch, do a little shopping.” My finger trails over her collarbone to the
hollow of her neck where a nice diamond pendant would look fantastic against her
skin.

Nola rocks her hips, clearly indicating that she doesn’t care about shopping or
food. However, I do. I want people to see us out together, as a couple, and we’ve
yet to do that. Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t said something. Most girls want
to be public and not holed up in an apartment all the time.

“Nola,” I say as her hand slips between us. “I’m trying to be serious here and make
plans with you. I want to take you out.”

“After.” Her word is soft, and her eyes are closed. She’s rubbing against me, giving
us both a bit of much-needed friction. One swift move and I’m buried deep inside
of her.

“After this?” I give her what she wants, falling completely under her spell. She
arches against me, her nails piercing into my skin as she calls out my name. It’s
what we both need, but I want more. I want it all and have absolutely no idea how
to get it.
“Move in with me,” I blurt out in between thrusts. She stills, and I slow down. I
look into her eyes and spill everything. “I’m falling so fast, so hard, Nola. I’m head
over heels in love with you. Move in with me.”

Her hand comes to the back of my head and pulls me down until I’m hovering over
her lips. “I love you too,” she whispers and starts moving against me. She doesn’t
answer me about moving in, but I figure it’s a done deal. Since the night of Sinful
Distraction’s gig at the Roxy, she hasn’t left my side. I can’t imagine spending a
night without her.

***

“How much doyou know about her?” Elle’s sitting on the dressing room table,
something she’s done since we were kids, swinging her legs back and forth. Like a
love-struck puppy, I stayed after dropping Nola off for work, thinking I’d get some
lyrics down on paper but found myself staring at my girlfriend and counting the
long hours until she finishes her shift.

After dodging Elle’s calls all afternoon, I should’ve known she would show up at
the Bean Song. When she sat down across from me, I could see it in her eyes that
she wanted to talk, but it wasn’t going to happen here. Thankfully, the makeshift
dressing/green room was still empty.

“What does it matter?”

“It matters because we’re onto something good here with Sinful Distraction, and I
don’t need some groupie getting knocked up or worse.”

“She’s not a groupie, Elle. She didn’t even know who I was when she started
working here.”

“Not so, big brother. Don’t you remember what she said last weekend at the
beach? She thought she knew your imaginary sister, Sofia. So clearly she ‘knows
you.’” Elle uses air quotes to emphasize her words. I hate that she’s like this,
skeptical all the time. I know it’s because of the things we’ve dealt with growing
up. From the overly aggressive paparazzi to our dad’s psycho manager trying to
destroy our lives.

I go to her and pull her into a hug. “I love you but trust me.”

“I love you too, but no. You’re thinking with your…” She cocks her eyebrow at
me and smirks. “Plus, your heart. You have a really good heart, Quinn, and I don’t
want to see it trampled on.”
“Nola said earlier that you don’t like her. I tried to tell her it’s just your sunny
disposition, but maybe she’s right.”

Elle hops down off the table and starts to pace. She’s dressed like a business
manager tonight, which means she’s probably invited some record label executives
to come and listen. Honestly, having them here doesn’t make much sense since I
perform solo, unless…

“Did you ask the band to join me tonight?”

She looks at me sheepishly.

I throw my hands up in the air. “This is supposed to be my night.”

“You’re part of something bigger now, Quinn. Embrace it.”

“It’s not about embracing the band, Elle. I’m in. I show up to rehearsal, don’t I?”

“So, what’s the issue?”

“The issue is this is where I can be me. Where I can relax and just play music
without any added pressure of whether or not they like the song.”

Elle stands in front of me. She takes hold of my shirt, pulling on the collar. “When
will you see that you’re wasting your talent here? Zeke should be paying you
thousands a night for sitting on his stage, and yet you let him get away with giving
you a hundred plus tips. You’re freaking Harrison James’s son, and you’re busking
for dollars.”

“Not exactly, I don’t perform on the street corner or in subway stations.”

She throws her hands up and I laugh. I love goading her. She takes life too
seriously sometimes, which I know has a lot to do with Peyton’s accident. In a
way, we all changed a little bit after we thought we were going to lose her.

“Listen.” I turn her around so she’s facing me. “You were right about the band. It’s
going to be a good thing, but until it takes off, I’d really like to continue my Friday
nights here, by myself.”

“You can’t, Quinn.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I can’t book the band for paying gigs when you’re willing to sit and play
for free. Zeke doesn’t have a cover charge and he’s not paying you. Venues know
that. And you know word spreads like wildfire here. Sinful Distraction has a real
chance at being something big and I don’t want to ruin it because you feel like you
owe Zeke something.”

I’m growing more frustrated by the minute. “Do you remember when I said I
didn’t want to be in your band?”

“Yeah, I remember, but you are, and you know it’s for the best. I wouldn’t ask you,
if I didn’t think we were onto something here.”

I don’t want to agree with her, but I’m really left with no choice. She’s right and I
hate that she is. I could leave the group; let them forge out on their own. They’d be
okay, but I like being a part of it. Even with my petty differences with Ajay, I feel
like we’ve bonded. Leaving them would be foolish, especially over some money
that I use for groceries.

“Fine, tonight will be my last night.”

She claps her hands. “I’m going to go have a chat with Zeke, but first, Nola.”

“I’m in love with her,” I blurt out.

Elle’s face falls, and I hate that she can’t be happy for me. “Protect yourself,
Quinn. That’s all I’m asking.” She turns to walk away, but I grab her hand.

“Please be nice to her.”

She smiles and nods. “I will, but only because you’re in love with her.”

I let go of her hand and watch her walk out of the door. I hear her yell for Zeke
before the door shuts, leaving me to my thoughts. I look around, this room is a
festering shit hole, but it’s been my Friday night home for as long as I can
remember, and it won’t be easy to leave.

It won’t be easy to sit in the crowd while Nola’s working either, but it’s what I’m
going to do.

Eleanora
I’m in love. It’s stupid, reckless, and the best feeling in the world. And yet, I’m
keeping secrets from Quinn. Not only him though, my parents, my brother,
everyone who means something to me, I’ve kept in the dark. I’ve lied, and I
continue to do so because the truth, in this case, will not set me free, instead, it will
damage and destroy relationships. My parents will never forgive me for deceiving
them. With Quinn, I can only hope that he’ll consider the fact that I didn’t tell him
my real name as nothing more than a slip up after I explain why. However, the
bigger secret in my life could be an issue. I never thought I’d be in a place, with
this man, where I would regret the first day I met him. I wish I had a fairy
Godmother or a magic lamp, so I can redo everything.

Every moment Quinn and I are together, I seek out the perfect opportunity to come
clean, to blurt out that my name is Eleanora Boone and up until a few weeks ago, I
was somewhat engaged to another man, who has gotten another woman pregnant
but doesn’t seem to care. That I’m supposed to be traveling across the US with my
friend Sofia but lied to my parents and came to California where I unsuspectingly
fell in love.

It all sounds great in my head and I can see myself sitting there, talking to him, and
him understanding about needing to find myself. Yet, the words never come out
because I’d rather make him happy, I’d rather sit next to him and feel his embrace,
to kiss and make love to him. Walking through the park, holding hands is better
than finding words that could mean nothing in the end.

Every day I find some way to justify what I’m doing, and each night, I lay awake
with him sleeping beside me, counting the mistakes I’m making, hoping and
praying that I think they’re bigger than they actually are when it comes to Quinn.

I pace my room with my phone in my hand contemplating what I’m going to say to
Rhett. He’s due to arrive tomorrow to take me home, and I’m not going. For days
I’ve ignored him and have only spoken to my parents via text message. My mom’s
worried that I’m going to miss her party, and I don’t have the heart to tell her that I
will unless I can convince Quinn to fly to South Carolina to meet my folks, which I
know isn’t going to happen. He’s busy with the band and there’s no way his sister
is going to let him miss rehearsal. My fear is that if I go home, they won’t let me
leave. Having a long-distance relationship with Quinn doesn’t seem realistic. He’s
too busy and the time difference will make it near impossible.

My suitcase mocks me each time I walk by. Over a week ago, Quinn asked me to
move in. I told him yes but haven’t told Kellie about my change of plans. In fact,
since Quinn and I took our relationship to the next level, I haven’t really seen her.
I’m such a horrible person, ditching my friend because I have a boyfriend.

My phone rings, startling me. Zeke’s name shows on the display. “Hello?” I
stammer, trying to calm my hastily beating heart. My nerves are frayed and if I
don’t fix my mistakes, I’m going to end up with a full-blown anxiety attack.

“Can you come in tonight?”

“Yeah, sure. Same time?”

“That works.” He hangs up with no fanfare, not that any is needed but the
occasional goodbye or see ya later would be nice every now and again.

Instead of texting Quinn, I call him. It’s the sound of his voice that I love hearing.
Not only when he’s talking but singing as well. I could sit for hours and just listen
to him.

“Hey, babe.” My heart picks up speed again, but this time it’s for the better.

“Hey, I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“No, we just took a break for some lunch. What’s up?”

“Zeke asked me to work tonight, so I didn’t know if you wanted to come in for
dinner. If you’re busy, we can meet up later.”

Quinn laughs. I imagine he’s smiling that cute crooked smile that he has, and his
hand is adjusting his beanie. He does that when he’s thinking, or he’s been put on
the spot. I love that he’s shy and bashful until we’re sitting in his living room
where he can be himself.

“I’ll be there.”

“You don’t have to if you’re busy.”

He clears his throat. “Nola, I’m never going to be too busy for you. I can work on
some lyrics or just watch you walk around all night. I’m not going to sit home and
wait for you to get off from work.”

My heart melts a little and tears start to form as my throat becomes tight. I do not
deserve this man. It must be tonight when I tell him. No more secrets between us.
He needs to know everything.

“I’m going to drive to work, so I’ll see you later.”

“Oh fun, we get to ride in the Bug!”

We both laugh. “When I get off, we’ll put the top down and go for a drive.”

“I’m looking forward to it. I gotta run. I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” my words come out in a whisper as he hangs up. I really don’t
deserve him or any of the happiness he’s given me.
As I stand in the mirror, looking at myself, I’m disgusted. The person who stares
back is not the person that I am. The one in the reflection is a sham, a liar and
someone who has lived with deceit. I wasn’t raised this way, and why I let myself
become that person is beyond me.

Tonight, I change it all. My heart be damned.

***

The Bean Song is slammed,which for mid-week is unheard of. I know the exact
moment when Quinn walks in. His name is yelled by many of the patrons and Zeke
goes up to him, pulling him into a hug. Last Friday night was Quinn’s last open
mic night, at least for a while. He explained it, saying it’s hard to get paying gigs
when he’s willing to work for free, but that once the band was off and running,
he’d be back because he owed it to Zeke. I didn’t ask him to elaborate on the
owing part because I figured Zeke did the same for Quinn as he did for me, gave us
both a shot when we needed a job. Although Quinn doesn’t need to work, he just
does it for fun.

Quinn walks by, kissing me on the cheek as he does. The table of women that I’m
serving, giggle and tell me how lucky I am to have such a good-looking boyfriend.
They have no idea how deep his beauty runs. When he’s home, he’s different, less
reserved, and free to be himself. It’s truly a blessing.

“Good evening,” I say to him when I approach his table. “Do you know what you
want to drink?”

“The Summer ale.” It’s his normal, go-to, beer, but I still ask him.

“And to eat?” I didn’t bother to bring him a menu because he has it memorized. He
looks at me, cracks a smile and leans forward.

“You,” he whispers in my ear. Without a doubt, I know I’m blushing. My cheeks

feel like they’re on fire and my heart is racing. All things that I’d appreciate if I
weren’t working. I push him gently and shake my head.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“So, you’ve said. I’ll take the club though, my usual.”

I desperately want to give him a kiss, but it would be unprofessional, so I smile and
head back to the kitchen with my order.
“Do you think you could beg Quinn to come back for Friday night?” Zeke asks
while I’m putting my orders in. I shake my head.

“Sorry, but it’s a decision he had to make for his band.”

“Have you heard the band?”

“I have, they’re really good.” Earlier in the week Quinn and I went to Keane’s
house for a small get together. Sinful Distraction’s first single played on the radio
and because Keane is a single dad, he asked everyone to come over because he
didn’t want to leave his daughter with a sitter. I guess when bands are together,
they like to play, and decided to have a little jam session. I happily sat there and
listened, taking it all in. My man is right where he needs to be.

“His absence is going to hurt my bottom line. I’ve depended on him for a long
time.”

“I’m sorry, Zeke. I know Quinn is sorry as well, but he has to do what’s best for
the band.”

Zeke sighs heavily and nods. He looks out over his restaurant, in the direction of
where Quinn’s sitting and lets out another exaggerated sigh. Thing is, if he begged
Quinn to continue playing, he would, out of obligation. But that would mean
dealing with Elle and I’ve seen her wrath, it’s not pretty.

Throughout the evening, people stop by Quinn’s table asking for autographs. I feel
bad for him because he hasn’t had any sense of peace since he sat down. I’m
tempted to tell him to go home and relax, but I know he won’t. It’s funny how one
song on the radio changes everything. Of course, the DJs didn’t have to tell
everyone that Sinful Distraction is local or that Quinn is often found hanging out at
the Bean Song. So here he sits, signing each request, and posing for pictures.

“I’m going to take a break do you want to meet me outside?” I stop by his table.

“Of course.”

He follows me through the kitchen, ignoring Zeke who’s calling out his name.
Once outside, Quinn pins me to the wall, pressing his body into mine. Our lips
crash together, our hands are everywhere. I push off his beanie and his hands grip
my thighs, lifting me up. The way he feels between my legs, I want him, and I have
a feeling if we weren’t behind my place of employment, I’d let him take me, right
here in this alley.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you like this since the moment I walked in. I’ve been thinking
about you all day. I want you, Nola. I want you in my bed with me every night. I
want you in my house, sharing the space with me. Most of all, I want you by my
side as I traverse this new path.”

My heart seizes at his words. “Quinn.” His name sounds broken as I say it.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”

“I don’t care if you’re messy or leave toothpaste in the sink. None of that trivial
stuff matters to me, Nola. I just want you. I know we’re moving fast, too fast for
some, but my life feels right with you in it, and I have never felt this way before.”

“Neither have I.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Quinn starts to laugh. “My hand is pulsating,” he

says. He lets me down, so I can deal with it. The screen shows Rhett’s name. I
mistakenly open the screen, not thinking about what his message could say.

I’m here. You’re not packed.

I swallow hard and try to hide it before Quinn can see it, but it’s too late. “I didn’t
think you needed help moving to my place.”

Locking my phone, I slip it back into my pocket. “I don’t. Like I said, there’s
something I need to tell you.”

“Okay,” he says. He steps away from me slightly and leans against the wall. Before
I can get the words out, the back door opens, and Zeke is standing there.

“Quinn, there’s a music exec and her assistant waiting for you in the green room.
She says she spoke with your manager earlier and she set up the meeting.”

“Um… okay.” Quinn pulls his phone out. “Elle didn’t text me or anything.”

“Maybe she forgot?”

He shakes his head. “Not like her.” Quinn looks at Zeke. “I’ll be there in a few.”
He waits until Zeke has closed the door before looking back at me. “What were
you going to tell me?”

I shake my head. “It can wait until we’re home.”

He leans down and kisses me. “I can’t wait to meet your brother.”

Yeah, me too.We walk back in and part ways when he turns down the hall. I watch
him until he disappears, praying that he’ll be okay when he hears my news.