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What the fuck are you doing, Iain? What kind of man wants a rockstar for a partner?
Especially a man who has a young son. Half the songs on our albums weren’t even fit for Jaxon to listen to at his age, never mind all the media shit that surrounded my life. What kind of role model could I be?
I started to slip on my leather jacket, but I hesitated until I suddenly felt Dawson standing behind me. Like a perfect gentleman, he helped me get my jacket in place and gave my shoulders a comforting squeeze. My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach dropped out. Why did such a gesture thrill me? And did he somehow know just where my mind had wandered?
When I turned, I caught Dawson’s dark green eyes staring at me knowingly. I did the only thing that felt right at that moment.
I moved towards him.
The fear was hovering over me like a bad hangover, but I did my best to ignore it.
“You ready?” Dawson asked.
I nodded and turned to Jaxon. “What do you feel like eating, Jax?”
“Mexican!” he replied enthusiastically.
“I knew I liked you,” I quipped. “How about El Corona? Best tacos in the city.”
Dawson leaned in and whispered in my ear. “And maybe a margarita or two. Quinn can drive us home.”
“Yes. I think today definitely calls for a celebration.” I winked.
Jaxon was silent, staring at the two of us. Shit. Was I flirting?
Jaxon took Dawson’s hand in his left and then reached out to me with his right. When I got over my surprise, I took his little hand in mine as all three of us headed out of the studio.
I turned my head just before we reached the door to find everyone—my band brothers, Ace, and our producers—smiling at me like idiots and shaking their heads in disbelief. Brodie had his phone out, taking pictures, undoubtedly, to record this day in history.
I just knew I was never gonna hear the end of it. But honestly? I was too happy to care about whatever razzing was coming next.
Lennie escorted us out of the building, with Dawson handing over the keys to his truck to my security lead.
The restaurant I had in mind was my favorite. No one paid me any mind there, and that was part of the reason I was a repeat customer. Occasionally, a fan would stop by and politely ask for an autograph or a selfie, but it wasn’t relentless, which I appreciated.
Ten minutes later, we managed to snag a booth at the back of the place, with Dawson and Jaxon sitting across from me and Lennie.
Jaxon was just as chatty now as he was in our studio, peppering me with questions about our trip to Paris, our tour schedule, and what I did in my free time.
“Do you have a dog or a cat?” Jaxon asked me when our drinks arrived.
Watermelon margaritas for Dawson and me, ginger ale for Jaxon, and sparkling water for Len.
“Nope, but I might get one soon. My house seems kinda big for just me. But I’d probably get a cat. If I got a dog, I’d have to take them on the road with me. And I’m not sure how that would work out. I don’t want to be a shi… I mean, a bad pet parent.”
“You might have to bring your cat, too,” Jaxon suggested as he sipped on his ginger ale. “You don’t want to leave them with a stranger for weeks.”
“Uh, well, I wouldn’t leave them with a total stranger. But I think a cat wouldn’t mind being watched by someone else. They’re pretty independent.”
Jaxon nodded. “Maybe you could get two? Then they’d have each other.”
I nodded, considering that idea, as I sipped my drink.
“Jax—” Dawson glanced at his son.
“I’m not sayingwehave to get two cats, Dad, but Iain’s all alone. He doesn’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend or anything. He could use the company.”
I coughed and nearly spat out my mouthful of margarita. Lennie was trying to stifle his laughter.
