“The best,” Amelia chirped. “We taught Gus a new trick, swam every day, and Dad even took me to the studio with Uncle Kyler and Lenny!”
“That’s great,” Daisy said, trying not to sound curious. “Are you guys still recording?”
“Yes, but not for the album—it’s finished. We’re rehearsing.”
She wanted to ask when they’d play again, what the setlist was, what it felt like being in the studio, but she kept her curiosity in check. “Oh. That’s great,” she repeated.
“It’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” he said.
“Okay, sure.”
He nodded toward the hallway. Amelia gave her mom a look—part puppy dog, part conspirator—then disappeared into the kitchen with Anna.
When Daisy turned back, she caught Jameson’s eyes flickering briefly down her body, taking in her sheer beach cover-up before snapping back to her face. The air between them shifted.
Ignoring the jolt that coursed through her, she asked, “What’s up?”
“We have a show coming up next month, a charity concert. It’s going to be huge.”
“That’s awesome. What’s it for?”
“It’s calledAll One. The charity supports victims of genocide around the world. This one’s focused on Sudan.”
“That’s incredible,” Daisy said, her tone softening.
“I’ve worked with some of the groups before,” he continued. “Rebuilding schools, supplying food and medicine. This concert will directly fund those efforts.”
“Wow. I didn’t know you were so involved.”
“I never publicized it. Until now. It’s a cause close to my heart.”
She smiled faintly. “I can see why.”
He hesitated, then said, “The concert’s at Wembley. And… I’d like for Amelia to come.”
Daisy blinked. “As in WembleyStadium?”
He nodded.
“As inEngland?”
“That’s the one.”
Now Amelia’s pleading eyes earlier made perfect sense.
“That’s a big trip, Jameson.”
“Sure is. Which is why I’d also love for you to come. And before you say anything, I know we’ve been keeping things civil, focusing on Amelia. I just hoped you’d make an exception for this. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and honestly…” His voice dropped. “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather experience it with.”
Daisy pressed her lips together. “Amelia?”
He didn’t answer and that silence said enough. He wanted to experience it with her as well.
“Can I think about it?”
“No,” he said simply. “If you think about it too much, you’ll talk yourself out of it.”
She raised a brow. “And how do you know I’m even interested?”
