Page 104 of Perfect Pitch

“Okay.” Just as my mother puts me on hold, I feel lips against my bare shoulder.

“Still on the phone with your mom, Beats?” Mitch’s voice whispers against my skin causing goose bumps to raise in its wake.

“Uh-huh. I was telling her about the letter.”

“How much longer do you think you’ll be?” he murmurs only so loud when we both hear her moan, “How? Why? Why now?”

I’m shoving Mitch out of video range when I start screeching, “Mama! Press the video button!” over and over again until her anxious face returns.

That’s when she extracts what might be the most impossible ask from me. “Baby, promise me you won’t contact that law firm.”

My eyes flick to Mitch to find his narrowed almost in anger. But this is the woman who single-handedly raised me. There isn’t a thing I won’t do for her. “Mama, I’ll promise you the world if you get that look off your face.”

She shoves to her feet. “How would you like some company in San Antonio?”

“I’d love it. But, Mama, why?”

“Because, honey, I thought it could wait, but it can’t. You have to know everything.”

The blood drains from my face. “Are you saying that letter has something to do with... him?”

“We’ll talk about it—”

“Just tell me!” I snap.

“Yes. I’m almost a thousand percent certain.”

“What about the success I’ve been having lately? Is that due to him?”

“No. Your success is your own. In my opinion, you’re far more talented than your father dreams of being.”

I scoff. “You’re just saying that because you’re my mother.”

She doesn’t deny it. “Damn straight, but I’m not lying about the rest. That’s all on you, kiddo.”

“Okay. You and me after the show? Wait. Hold on.” I put my mother on hold and turn to my lover. “Do you know the address of where I’m staying in San Antonio?”

Mitch, who has an uncanny ability to know his brother’s every movement, pulls it up on his calendar and presents it to me. I go back on video and read it off to my mother. She clears her throat before making her final request. It makes Mitch’s lips quirk slightly in a situation when I didn’t think I’d find any humor whatsoever. “And if we could perhaps lose your... companion?”

Mitch catches the phone I pitch in his direction. He points to the bedroom. I chuckle at his antics. “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll take care of that.”

“Bless you.”

“No, I should be saying that to you. You gave me your life, and you’re still doing everything to protect me. I love you more than anything—including music.”

With that, I disconnect the call and immediately try to pull up the LLF LLC website.

I frown when I get a message that Safari can’t open this page. “Huh. That’s weird. I wonder if it’s just the hotel internet.”

Then I push myself to my feet and go to share what’s happening with Mitch before trying to claim a few hours in his arms before it’s time to leave.

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

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