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Not to say Drake was just a pretty boy on-screen; he truly was talented. He’d been nominated for an Oscar and a few SAG awards. His movie, All Thrills, a psychological thriller, was highly acclaimed. He’d brilliantly portrayed a broken ex-detective on the hunt for a man who’d murdered his family. Sure, he still slept around in that film, but he’d proven he had some serious acting chops. I’d love to see him do a rom-com, you know, minus the romance part for me. Unfortunately, I knew all too well that he studied most of his costars intimately behind the scenes to make their love scenes flawless—unless she happened to be married or in a relationship. Drake was a stickler about that. A real hero, I guess you could say. Please note the sarcasm.
The three of us settled on the couch in our small living room. I had thrown away all the tissues earlier and tidied up a bit.
Drake played TV commando with the remote, knowing exactly which clips to pull up to show our son. Jameson sat between us on the edge of his seat. Drake took a moment to study him, as if he couldn’t believe he had a child. His soft expression indicated he wasn’t averse to it. He even smiled. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I wasn’t sure if he knew himself.
“This clip here”—Drake clicked the remote—“is from the first Kaden Chandler Chronicles movie I made. We filmed this in Germany. Do you know where that is?” he asked Jameson.
Jameson shook his head.
“Why don’t you pull up a map on your phone and show him,” I suggested to Drake. Jameson loved to learn where places are around the world.
“Okay.” Drake seemed unsure, which was so weird. He was such a smart and capable man—you know, unless it came to women and small children. But other than that, he was intelligent. It was kind of fun to watch him struggle a bit. He did eventually get his phone out of his pocket to pull up a world map.
Jameson leaned in closer next to him.
Wow. Seeing them together was so surreal. Jameson truly was Drake’s mini-me. They even tilted their heads the same way when they looked at something. I wanted to pull my phone out and snap a picture. I hoped, however, that there would be plenty of opportunities in the future to capture father and son together. You know, after Jameson knew Drake was his dad.
Drake held the phone closer to Jameson and pointed at a lime-green landmass. “That’s Germany. It’s in Europe.”
“Across the Atlantic Ocean,” I added.
“I’ve been to the Atlantic Ocean,” Jameson said proudly. “My Mimi and Papa live near it. I used to live there too, but then we moved here.”
Drake set his phone down and gave Jameson his full attention. “Do you like it here?”
Jameson grinned and nodded. “But I miss Mimi and Papa, and going to the beach.”
“I have a house on the beach,” Drake responded.
“And you know Buddy the elf. You’re so lucky.”
“I suppose I am,” Drake said.
“Not as lucky as us,” I teased. “We have a ballroom here and can build a snowman and go skiing.” I wasn’t going to mention Drake’s indoor basketball court or his amazing pool with views of the ocean. I did love that place.
“Can you ski?” he asked Jameson. This was good. I liked that he was naturally trying to get to know him. You know, instead of following him around and making notes of his observations.
“Yep!” he puffed out his chest. “I only fell two times when we went last week.”
Oh, last week, how I missed you. My life was much simpler then.
Drake didn’t respond right away. Seriously, he needed to be snappier in his conversations with him. He had nothing to fear from Jameson—you know, except for a lifetime of commitment and possibly being a real-life hero to someone. Other than that, no pressure at all.
“You know, Drake trained with an Olympic skier for one of his movie roles.” I helped the man out again.
“My mom and Aunt Iz like to watch the Olympics and talk about all the guys’ chests and butts.”
That was not the response I was expecting, and judging by Drake’s popped brow and smirk, he wasn’t either, although it appeared to amuse him.
“Is that so? What else does your mom like to watch?” Now he decided to get chatty? And for the record, he knew the kind of movies I liked to watch. Um, did he forget our movie marathon weekends watching romantic classics?
“She loves kissing movies.” Jameson grimaced. “It’s gross.”
Please let him keep thinking that way for a long, long time.
“Someday you won’t think so.” Drake winked at me.
Why must he be charming?
Do not fall for it, I reminded myself.
“Why don’t we watch you blow something up?” I threw out there. Anything to help me not think about kissing Drake.
