Page 10 of My Song for You
“What sound does a lion make?” Sharon asked, ever the teacher.
“Rawr.”
“Do you want a pet lion?” Jared asked, signing the word “lion.”
Logan shook his head. “No lions. Lions eat dogs.” He pointed at the gift in Sharon’s hand and practically climbed onto the table in anticipation. “Open it.”
She began unwrapping the gift, taking care not to rip the homemade paper. If she didn’t open it soon, Logan would do it for her.
Finally the paper was removed intact.
“I buy it,” Logan said as Sharon examined the picture frame and the picture of the three of us at the playground. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve believed we were a family, with Sharon as Logan’s grandmother.
Her eyes glossed up. “Thank you. I love it.” She wrapped her arms around Logan and hugged him hard.
I also gave her a light blue cardigan and a Starbucks gift card. She thanked me for them, but her gaze kept jumping to the picture frame.
“Who wants birthday cake?” I asked.
“Me,” Logan cried out, bouncing on his chair.
We laughed, and I headed to the kitchen to retrieve the cake. It wasn’t large enough for sixty-five candles, so I’d stuck into the white frosting six red candles on one half and five white ones on the other side. I lit them, and Jared and I sang “Happy Birthday.”
Logan threw in a random word here and there, but they were spoken, not sung. Once we were finished, he cheered and clapped while Sharon blew out the candles.
“Did you make wish?” Logan asked.
She grinned. “I did.”
I served the cake. Before I had a chance to hand Jared his plate, Logan had devoured half of his own slice.
“I take it you like cake?” Jared said, chuckling, and my heart tightened at the memory of eating birthday cake with him when we were kids. I learned the hard way that you didnotwant to get in the way of Jared and his cake. But in the end I couldn’t complain, even if one time he’d smeared it on my face and clothes in revenge.
“He’s not the only one.” Mischief flared inside me. Before I had a chance to think twice about what I was doing, I plunged my fork into his chocolate cake and removed a huge chunk of it. A healthy dose of pink and white frosting joined it.
I lifted the fork to my mouth and closed my lips around it. With a satisfied “mmmm,” I slide the fork slowly out, eyes closed. The cake was good, but from the noise I was making, you would’ve thought I had just tasted an award-winning confection.
I glanced at Jared, prepared to smirk at him. His sexy brown eyes met mine, but now they were dark…with lust.
Chapter 5
Jared
Callie slowly dragged the fork from between her lips and made a sound that instantly brought back memories of the videos Mason enjoyed watching on tour.
And immediately my cock responded. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d fucked. All I could remember was that it had been with Tiffany months ago, when she and I were in New York City at the same time.
Shit. If Mason knew that, he would revoke my man card and call me a pussy for not getting any pussy.
“So, Logan,” I said to distract myself from the thoughts about Callie that I had no right thinking—even if she was no longer thirteen years old and I was no longer considered too old for her. “Do you have any big plans tomorrow?”
Logan’s face brightened. “I want to go to Disneyland. Ben’s daddy is taking him to Disneyland.”
The thud of a knocked-over glass startled us both. Her face pale, Callie frantically mopped up the spilled milk with paper napkins. Sharon scrambled from her seat and returned a moment later with a dishcloth. She began cleaning up the mess.
“Sorry,” Callie said. “I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.”
“It’s all right,” Sharon replied. “It’s only a little milk.” And it was. But from Callie’s reaction, you’d have thought she’d spilled an entire cow’s worth.
