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“Do you?”
“I asked you first,” he laughed, tapping her nose. She scrunched it, nipping at his finger as he pulled it away. God, she was so cute. So fucking perfect.
“I don’t know,” she muttered. “It seems stressful.”
“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” He smoothed his fingers over her silky hair. He loved touching it, loved touching her. “Don’t know how Beck does it for a living.”
“What does he do?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “I don’t think you’ve told me.”
He sighed.
He hated telling people. They tended to treat him differently after that.
“He’s in a band,” he said, and her brows rose.
“A band? He’s a singer?”
“Plays guitar.”
She studied him for a moment, and he took another breath. This was Abbie. She wouldn’t freak out.
“You ever heard of Roxy Bandera?” Her eyes widened. He’d take that as a yes. “He’s one of her bandmates.”
“Your brother is Beck? Like, the Beck?” She was gaping up at him, her eyes massive.
“The Beck?” he asked, laughing softly. “Don’t tell me you had posters of my baby brother in your room or something.” Her face flushed, and his head fell back as he laughed.
“No,” she huffed. “I liked Des more.” He grinned at her. She probably wouldn’t like the kid if she’d met him. He knew him almost as well as he knew his brother, and the guy was a total dick. But their publicist had spun his award-winning bad attitude to him being a tortured artist, not just an asshole.
“Better not like any of them anymore,” he growled, digging his fingers into her ribs. “You like Daddy best. Don’t you?”
“Yes!” she cried, wiggling on his lap to escape his tickling. “I like you more than anyone else ever!”
“That’s what I thought.” He nipped at her neck as he stopped moving his fingers. She giggled until she finally calmed down enough to take a deep breath. She glanced up at him, looking unsure. “What is it?”
“So, you know Roxy?” she asked quietly, shyly.
“Yeah, she usually hosts Christmas, so I go up to New York every year if they’re not on tour.” Her mouth was on the floor. “What?”
“You never thought you should’ve told me you were besties with Roxy freaking Bandera?” she cried.
“I wouldn’t say we’re besties,” he chuckled. “Oh, speaking of Rox?—”
“Oh my God, you call her Rox. How cool. She’s so cool, isn’t she?”
“She’s pretty cool,” he agreed, grinning at her. “She’d love you.” She shook her head as he spoke.
“I can’t meet her,” she wailed. “Are you insane?”
“It’ll be hard to not meet her when we’re at her place for Christmas in a few months,” he said.
“What—what? Me?”
“If you want to go,” he said softly.
“But I wasn’t invited.”
“You’re my girl. Of course you’re invited.”
