Page 57 of B-Mine

I was proud as hell of my son, but his keen interest in music had me a bit worried. Then, I realized I was getting ahead of myself. Just because Jaxon wanted to play several instruments didn’t mean he wanted to be a future rockstar…did it? He was only eight, soon to be nine. He probably wanted to be a number of things, a musician least of all.

“I’ll talk to her when I get back, okay?”

“Yes!” Jaxon exclaimed. “Did you see Iain today?”

“I saw all the band members at rehearsal.”

“Can you send me a video from one of their concerts?”

“I’ll be working, but I tell you what: when I come home, I’ll find some clips to share with you.”

Ones that PR could edit for PG purposes.

“Okay. I miss you lots, Dad.”

“I miss you more, bud.”

“Nana, can I be excused now?” Jaxon asked as he turned away from the phone.

“Of course. Go wash that sauce off your face and then find a show for us to watch, all right?” my mom replied in the background.

“Bye, Jaxon. I love you.” I blew him kisses, and he handed the phone back to my mom.

“Hey, Mom.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired. It’s two-thirty in the morning here.”

My mom raised one eyebrow at me, and I sighed. I could never fool her about anything.

“It’s personal.”

“Is it Iain?” she asked.

I stared at her, unable to speak.

“I hear the way you talk about him. And I know you. You like him.”

“The man drives me nuts.”

“Exactly. You love a challenge.”

“Mom—”

“But there’s the fact that you work for him. And he’s a rockstar with quite the reputation. Not that I read the gossip sites that much, but Iain certainly does get a lot of attention.”

Ugh, talking about this with my mom was giving me a headache. “Can we please change the subject?”

“I saw the way he looked at you on that video call. It’s not just you.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Dawson, what have I always taught you?”

I sighed. “To fight for the people I love.”

“And?”

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