Page 70 of My Song for You
The guys continued to discuss Mason’s latest prank, much to the amusement of Logan. He was giggling so hard at Aaron’s brightly colored hands, I thought he might fall over.
Tiffany joined me by the fridge. She had called last week to tell me she was in town and couldn’t wait to see me, but this was the first time I’d actually seen her since our last breakup.
“I was nearby for a charity luncheon,” she explained, “and I knew you’d be practicing.”
“And so you just showed up?” I grabbed a can of soda and an apple juice from the fridge.
She smiled as I popped open the soda. “I was hoping to see Mason. He’s always good for the latest band gossip.”
That I did know. Mason had a bad habit of accidentally letting things slip. If you didn’t want something to go public, you avoided mentioning it to him. It was also why he wasn’t allowed on our social media sites. Aaron and I were the ones who had always done it, but at our last meeting with the label’s publicist, Jennifer had recommended we hire an assistant to maintain our social media updates. Now we just needed an assistant. Preferably one that Mason didn’t try to get inside of within the first five minutes of meeting her.
“And what band gossip did he tell you?” I gulped down some soda.
“That you have a son.”
Soda spewed from my mouth, narrowly missing her. It hit the fridge instead.
“Classy,” Mason said, laughing.
Fortunately Logan was on the couch, talking to Nolan, and didn’t hear her.
“Is it true?” she asked. “Is he your son?” She jerked her head in Logan’s direction.
“I haven’t made that public yet”—I glared at Mason—“but yeah, he’s my son.” I kept my voice low, the implication behind the tone clear.
“He is?” Mason asked, taken aback. I don’t think I could have shocked him more than if I had shoved an electric eel down his pants. “I was just kidding when I said he was your son the other day. But I guess that does explain why you two look so alike.”
He started walking toward the couch. I grabbed his arm. “Logan doesn’t know yet, so don’t say anything. I’m waiting for the right time to break the news to him.”
“Well, I suggest you don’t wait until just before we leave on tour. And don’t worry, I won’t mention it to anyone.” He mimed locking his mouth shut and tossing the key, then walked away to join Logan and Nolan.
“So…who’s his mother?” Tiffany asked.
“You don’t know her.” True enough.
“Are you seeing her?”
I came close to saying yes, but since Callie and I had agreed to keep our relationship a secret for now, I wasn’t about to break my part of the agreement. Telling Tony earlier that she was dating someone didn’t count. It had been done for the greater good. “It’s complicated.”
She must have understood “it’s complicated” to mean no because she responded, “Good. Does he live with you?”
“Nope. He still lives with his mom.”
Tiffany stepped closer. Less than a foot separated us. “How come you never told me you have a son?”
“I didn’t know.”
She frowned. “Then how do you know he’s yours?”
“You mean beyond the part where he looks a lot like me? I had a paternity test done.”
“So you have joint custody?”
“Not yet. I wasn’t listed on the birth certificate, but my lawyer is working on correcting that.” Well, he would be as soon as I decided if I wanted to share custody with Callie or if I would seek to have full custody of my son. There were pros and cons with either choice.
“Wouldn’t it be better if the mother had full custody? You’re on the road a lot, and if you decide to settle down one day, it would make things easier for everyone—especially Logan—if you weren’t bouncing the poor child between parents.”
“Is that what happened to you?”
