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“Well, as for Presley, it’s going to take time and patience. And probably a lot of money.”

“I don’t give a damn about the money. She can have anything she wants.” Words like that had never come out of my mouth before and my mother didn’t miss a thing.

“Oh, I see. Now you don’t care about money, but when I spend it, you’re worried about going broke.”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about this now?”

“Well, maybe we have to.”

“Mom, this is my child we’re talking about. My son. Whose mother and great-aunt have been skipping meals to make sure he has what he needs.”

She had the grace to look ashamed. “Oh, Christ. I had no idea it was that bad, Zeke.”

“Hence why I said I don’t care about the money. I just want them to be okay.”

“Ah. So you care about her, not just the baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “Duh. She’s my kid’s mother.”

“That’s all?”

I hadn’t blushed in probably twenty years, but I was almost positive I was blushing now. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Well, that’s my answer.”

“Don’t, Ma.”

“Must be hard, realizing for the first time in your life you actually have to work for something.”

I stared at her. “What are you talking about? You think making Onyx Knight the biggest band in the world was easy?”

She shrugged. “A little. Sure, you had to play and tour and write and practice, but at the end of the day? Easy. Your first album took off. Your first tour was a success. Radio stations and music journalists loved you. You guys didn’t spend a decade struggling before you had your first hit. It all happened quick. Now you’ll have to work harder than you ever have in your life if you want Presley and Jeremy to be a part of it. Are you up for it?”

I stared at her. “I don’t think I have a choice. I already love my son and want to be with him night and day.”

“And his mother?”

“We spent one night together. I like her. I want to make this up to her. But I don’t really know her.”

“Well, at least now you know what the first step is.”

I frowned. “I do?”

She shook her head. “Yes, my love. The first step is getting to know her.”

“How can I do that if I’m here and she’s there? And I can’t go there because we go back in the studio tomorrow. I could delay it a day or two, a week, but beyond that, I have to be here.”

“Okay, then I amend my statement. Your first step is convincing her to come to L.A. for a visit.”

Great.

The first step was the one that seemed insurmountable.

How the hell could I convince Presley of anything, much less to come for a visit?

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Presley

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