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?”