I cocked my head and studied her before singing softly.
“You say you’ve changed, you’ve grown up. Got regret in your veins, but I remember that silence when you walked away from my pain.”
A sad look washed over her face.
“Your turn,” I murmured.
“You didn’t turn, didn’t hesitate. Didn’t fight, didn’t stay. Now you’re back with your apologies, like they’ll wash it all away,” she sang softly.
“Keep going,” I urged.
She paused for a minute, her voice louder this time.
“But your touch still hits like lightning, still wrecks my gravity. I hate that I still want you, after what you did to me.”
“Chorus, Red. Bring it home.” I tapped my hand against my thigh. Ellis joined in, making Rosalie smile.
Then Frank broke in with a beatbox, making Rosalie’s eyes fly open wide and me chuckle. I had no idea he could beatbox.
“Come on,” I pressed. “You’ve got an entire band here.”
“I’m gun-shy, baby, don’t you see? You pulled the trigger once on me. Left me bleeding in the dark with your fingerprints on my heart. Now you’re standing in my light, saying everythingso goddamn right. But I remember every goodbye. I’m gun-shy, baby, yeah, I’m gun-shy.”
We cheered loudly for her as she ended it.
“That was really good, Mommy!” Ellis exclaimed, clapping her hands.
“It was,” I agreed, smiling at Rosalie. “I think you’ve just written your next hit song.”
“Wehave,” she corrected.
“That was all you,” I said, shaking my head.
“And me,” Frank piped up. “I helped.”
Rosalie laughed as I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll be sure to include your beats, Frank,” Rosalie said.
“I knew I liked you.” Frank grinned in the rear-view mirror. “Did Klaus ever tell you that I’d sit in and drum for their band in college?”
Rosalie raised her brows at that. “No. He didn’t.”
“Well, I did. So if you ever need a guy, that’s me.”
“I will keep that in mind,” she said.
“I suggest adding in a symphony,” Frank continued. “With a little tinkling of a bell or xylophone.”
“Noted,” Rosalie said, nodding thoughtfully.
“Daddy can play violin!” Ellis said. “He likes to play for you.”
“He sure does, baby,” Rosalie said affectionately as she pulled her phone out. I watched as she brought up Anson’s name and sent him a message. I knew he was in meetings all day, but I was sure she wouldn’t have to wait long for a reply.
And I was right.
Her phone went off almost immediately.
