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“At my last lesson, my teacher showed me a few chords on her acoustic. But that’s all I know.”
Iain crouched down in front of Jaxon and guided his hands so he was holding the instrument correctly. They began to talk about chords, E, A, D, etc., and I was lost.
My son, however, was absorbing every word that came out of Iain’s mouth, nodding and asking more questions.
Iain sat down beside him again, picked up the guitar he’d been playing earlier and they started playing. Or, Iain played, and Jaxon watched, mesmerized.
When Iain looked over at me again, I startled. The smile he gave me should have been illegal.
A strange lump formed in my throat as I watched the two of them—the son I loved with everything in my heart and the man who had somehow found a way in there, too.
I was so overwhelmed that I turned away and caught Brodie staring at me, his telltale smirk in place. But he didn’t say anything snarky. In fact, quite the opposite.
“It’s crazy but true,” Brodie leaned in to whisper to me.
“What is?”
“Every rockstar has their day.”
I hoped that Brodie was right.
Because I wanted to be Iain’s.
And I sure as fuck wanted Iain to be mine.
CHAPTER 33
IAIN
“Who’s ready for lunch?” I called out.
I looked around the room, trying to act casual, but really, there were only two people I was talking to.
“Van’s stopping by in a bit,” Brodie explained. “I’m gonna wait for him.”
“Me and Faise are gonna hang here too,” Ronin responded with a knowing grin. “You go on with Dawson and Jaxon. Have fun.”
“I will.”
I would. I hoped. If Jaxon liked me.
Fuck.
I’d been a total wreck in the studio today. Anxious as fuck to meet Dawson’s son, and the guys sure had their fun watching me pace the floor and carry on.
Brodie’s large family of nieces and nephews was my only experience being around kids. As an only child, I was used to being on my own, and now, as an adult, most of my friends were still single like me, with no partners, never mind children.
But thank God for the bond of music.
Jaxon was just like me at that age, inquisitive and soaking up every bit of knowledge he could grasp. I recognized his gift as soon as I saw the way he strummed my guitar. He flubbed a bit because yeah, he was nervous too. But for his age, he caught on quickly. He tested out every instrument we had in the studio—drums, bass—but by the end of the tour, he came back to the guitar.
At least we had one thing in common.
Besides Dawson.
But when it came time for me to head out with Dawson and Jaxon, just the three of us, I began to sweat profusely.
I grabbed my jacket and phone while that self-doubting bastard in my head snuck up on me again.
