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“I remember.” Her lips curled.
“I forgot you used to live in Europe.” Mia’s voice made Grace jump. She’d almost forgotten his parents were listening.
“It feels like a long time ago now,” Grace said. She was about to add that she was happy to be back here when the living room door opened.
And all three of their mouths dropped. Sabrina was standing in the doorway, her body sheathed in a black dress that clung to all her curves. Her hair was up, her blonde ponytail curling down to her shoulders, and her makeup was so perfect it looked professional.
“Is that a dress or a belt?” Cam asked.
Sabrina blinked, looking down at the short hemline. “What’s wrong with it?”
Mia let out a long breath. “Michael, honey, we’re going to have to call you back in the morning.”
“Is everything okay?” He sounded concerned.
Grace looked from Sabrina to Cam again. He was still frowning at his daughter’s outfit.
She’d seen her own dad look that way, too. Back when she was in high school and had first started to dress a little older, and had started to wear makeup.
“Everything’s fine,” Mia said. “I just need to calm Cam down before he blows a gasket.”
* * *
“I can’t believe Dad criticized my clothes,” Sabrina grumbled as they walked into the bar. “I’m twenty, for goodness' sake, not twelve.” Grace tried not to smile because she remembered those days of being stuck between childhood and being an adult.
It was especially hard for Sabrina, the only daughter with three brothers. And Cam was as overprotective as Grace’s dad had been when she was the same age.
At least she didn’t have to deal with that anymore.
“You have to pick your battles with your parents,” she told Sabrina.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Sabrina wrinkled her nose. The sound of rock music suffused them as their shoes hit the sticky wooden floor.
It was coming from the old-fashioned juke box in the corner. Alternate Reality – Presley and Marley’s band – hadn’t started yet. Grace pointed to the table by the stage. “That’s the one Presley reserved for us. Go sit down and I’ll get us some sodas.”
“Can’t we have something stronger?” Sabrina asked.
“You’re underage and I’m driving, so no.” Grace smiled. “Now go sit down before you get thrown out.”
She’d spoken to Presley last night, and he’d told her he had to get special dispensation from the owner for Sabrina to be there. He’d told them his little cousin was part of the band. And that she wouldn’t go anywhere near the bar area or drink something she shouldn’t.
When Grace got to the bar, she saw Presley and Marley there, along with their bassist, Alex, and their new keyboardist and singer, a gorgeous brunette named Cassie. Grace had met her once before and they said hello briefly, before she was enveloped in a group hug from Marley and Presley.
“How’s Delilah?” she asked Presley.
“She’s good. Although she’s annoyed that I wouldn’t let her come tonight.” Presley smiled at the mention of his little girl. “Mom and Dad are babysitting. They had to promise they’d sing along toFrozenwith her.”
Grace smiled at the image of her uncle – a famous rockstar in his time – singing “Let it Go” at the top of his voice. “I bet they’ll love it.”
“They live for it.” Marley, Presley’s twin, lifted a brow. “Seriously, I think Dad prefers Disney to rock ‘n’ roll nowadays.”
“I’m going to check the sound,” Cassie said. “I’ll catch you later, Grace.”
“Wait up, I’ll come with you.” Presley reached for her, curling his fingers around her bare arm. Cassie looked up at him, then at her arm. He slowly let go.
Well, that was weird.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked Grace.
