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More than ready. U know how I hate leaving her there.
But lil sea bug loves that place, Jar! She's safe N having fun there. U need 2 take it easy. She's okay.
My niece is three and started going to Pre-K this year. Before that, she used to stay with me at my place or with a babysitter at home when I was too busy with school. This new routine has undoubtedly been an adjustment for all of us, but I think it's the best option for both Anna and my brother. She needs to learn to play with other children, and early socialization is always good, especially when you can afford an excellent day-care center. And Jared… well, he needs to get back out there and not be so damn focused on being a daddy, a brother, and a workaholic agent all the time.
He has been a father since he was twenty-two, first to me and then to his little girl, and has had zero personal life to speak of for the last four years, not that he dated much before. We both sort of suck when it comes to interpersonal relationships, if for different reasons.
Jared:
I know. U'R okay, she's okay. I'm a worrywart. Happy?
Yes, very :) Jar, don't forget 2 get tickets 4 this weekend.
We're taking Anna to the National Children's Museum this Saturday to show her the Innovation Sandbox.
Jared:
I got them already. She's going 2 love all D weather stuff… D little brainiac.
Get ready 2 answer a million questions 4 D next 2 weeks @ least :P
Jared:
Nope, NT me. I'll send her 2 U. U'R D nerd ;)
Har har, Jar! Go get her N give her a kiss from me. I'll C U both tonight, k?
Jared:
K. Bye, sis. B good.
Bye.
My phone vibrates again. It's a pic of my little niece, all chocolate curls, smiling pink cheeks, and big innocent blue eyes, so much like my brother’s. She looks nothing like her so-called mother, and I think that's best for my brother's sake.
I send a little emoji with heart-shaped eyes in response, smiling to myself.
Jared worked it out with the teachers that they have to take a pic of Anna every hour and forward it to him, so he can check on her. I don't think it's exactly the school policy, but he's FBI, so when he asked, they went along with it as if they were scared to piss him off or something.
I shake my head at the thought, silently laughing to myself.
CHAPTER2
Carson
Ipush the door open and half stagger into the suite when one of my boots catches in the strap of one of the bags stacked in a neat pile against a wall in the anteroom. My arms shoot out, and I use both hands to break my fall and only miss hitting the opposite wall by an inch.
“Fucking hell!” I huff out a breath.
Breaking my fucking face is the last thing I need right now. The damn Press would have a field day with me showing up black and blue on stage in two days.
They wouldn’t give two fucks that it was just me being clumsy that caused the bruising. They would just cook up some half-assed story about me that goes well in hand with the bad boy rock star persona they have pinned on me since day one and run with it.
Hell, that demented fuck of our publicist would probably encourage the rumors herself.
What the fuck am I saying?! I can scratch out the‘probably’. That bitch is a bloodthirsty shark. She would totally punch me in the face herself if she could if it meant selling more tickets to our concerts.
The fact that we’ve been sold out months in advance for every single venue of our ‘Back Home’ Tour wouldn’t make much of a difference to her or any of the greedy fucks in our PR team.
