Page 29 of Endless Harmonies

I’m officially a human cow, but I feel it less so when I see the appreciative looks from the guys. It’s nice to feel sexy still.

I’m a ball of emotion after seeing the person who calls himself my father. In truth, he hasn’t been my father since he left me with my mother when I was seven years old.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay,” Jordan says slowly as he starts driving us toward the office. It’s about a forty minute trip. “James is very closed minded, and we used to be very close until I realized he wouldn’t accept me for me. Now he gets maybe fifteen percent of who I am. My brother has never noticed the difference.”

“He’s selfish,” I bite out, looking over at him.

“Yep,” he mutters. “Close minded and I’m pretty sure he hates gay people as well. James is a bully, which in this industry especially is a problem. He holds it together well while he’s scouting for talent, and then drops them off with the recording studio and moves on to the next band. This way he doesn’t see too much, doesn’t make attachments.”

“I don’t think I’d have been able to keep it together if he said awful things to the guys. We’re all together for the most part. I mean…”

Why is this so awkward?

“Lennon,” Jordan chuckles. “I’d be blind to not see it. I only care that they treat you well. Roark and Turner have always had a relationship together as well as with you, though the rest of the world struggled to see it. It doesn’t bother me in the least. Your father? He sees relationships as very clear cut and as a male and a female together.”

“That’s so narrow minded,” I groan.

“Agreed. So when I figured out that I was attracted to both, I started to drift away from your father a bit. It just got worse when I started to look for the little girl he left behind,” he sighs.

My lips twist sadly, knowing he means me. “I’m glad you never stopped looking. He’s not invited to the wedding,” I say sharply.

“Ha!” Jordan barks in amusement. “His ass is on the no-fly list for the entire month of October, Sweet Girl.”

I giggle that he is willing to use his power for evil for me.

“I can’t believe we’re actually getting married,” I sigh. “I mean it won’t be legal but—”

“It’ll kind of be. So you’re going to legally marry Roark and then we’ll do a handfasting ceremony to show your commitment to each other,” Jordan explains. “This way on paper you’re married to at least one person.”

“Hmm. Things have been so busy we haven’t talked about it. Everyone is okay with this?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

“Yes. Lenny, stop torturing your lip,” he chuckles. “For things like taxes, you get a tax break in South Carolina. I’m assuming you’re planning to continue to live here?”

“Yes. I love it here.” I grin. “The house is amazing, my neighbors are incredible. I’m happy here.”

“Then, it’s a smart business decision, and the guys said that since Ror proposed, he gets to marry you officially.” Jordan shrugs. “I think it’s solid thinking.”

A giggle escapes as I think about that. It does make sense.

The rest of the drive is spent in easy conversation chatting and planning.

“I don’t know how to do this part,” Jordan says ruefully as we sit in the car outside of the office building. “Do you need me to come with you?”

“I’m good.” I grin, pulling my hair up into a hat. The fall air is really nice for September, and it helps when I go out in public to hide my hair. I’m wearing a comfortable lilac sweater dress with tights and brown combat boots. There’s a knife tucked into a secret compartment in them just in case. “The guys can still track me, and I’m going straight upstairs.”

“That’s… really?” he asks in surprise.

“I think they’re still kind of traumatized,” I explain. “I haven’t really been back for long. I don’t even notice it, and it doesn’t bother me. I’ll have my phone, so if you need to do errands, go for it. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

“I’m just going to make phone calls and stay right here.” He looks so proud of that fact, I nod and get out of the car with my crossbody bag.

Walking across the lot, I step through the revolving doors of the building and find the office. Taking a deep breath, I walk in.

Dr Evelyn’s secretary smiles serenely at me.

“Hi, Lennon. She’s ready for you. Just go right in.”

Nodding, I do just that and shut the door behind me.

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