“So where is she?” Brian asked, craning his neck to look behind Trey.
Trey couldn’t resist f**king with him. “She’s right here in this suitcase. She’s an amazing contortionist.”
“A contortionist?”
“Yeah. Why do you think I fell for her so quickly? She can wrap both ankles around her neck and lick her own clit.”
Brian’s eyes widened. “No shit?”
“Shit no.” Trey shook his head and grinned. “She went with Dare to pick out a guitar.”
“Is she really that talented?” Brian asked.
“I think she could give you a run for your money, Master Sinclair.”
“We’ll see,” he said. He lifted sleeping Malcolm to his lips and then lowered him into his carrier. “I love you, little one. Keep an eye on your mom for me. You’re the man of the house when I’m away.”
Jessica hovered nearby to watch the little guy snooze. Brian drew Myrna to her feet and then led her out of the room so they could say their good-byes in private. With nothing better to do, Trey went to stand beside Jessica so he could watch his godson sleep.
“He really is amazing, isn’t he?” Jessica said.
Trey glanced over his shoulder in the direction Brian had disappeared. “Yeah. He really is.”
“I wonder if Sed’s ready to start a family.” Jessica stroked the baby’s cheek with her knuckles. “I sure do want one of these all of a sudden.”
“It’s that biological clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. I can hear it all the way over here.”
Jessica shoved him. “I’m not that old.”
She wasn’t old at all. She was just fun to tease.
“You know Sed has always wanted a bunch of kids,” Trey said.
“Yeah, every time we talk about it he adds another one to the brood. He thinks we need eight now.”
“Do you have any idea what that’s going to do to your vagina?”
“Trey!” She smacked him repeatedly in the arm.
Yeah. Fun to tease. She got riled up so easily. One of the many things that got Sed’s motor running for the woman. Not that Trey blamed him. Jessica was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, and Trey had met a lot of women in his day. She was way too high-strung for Trey’s taste. Trey preferred someone more laid back. Like Reagan. She entered the room as if on cue carrying a guitar case in each hand. Dare had two as well.
“Reagan, we’re only going to be gone for two weeks,” Trey said. “You don’t need four guitars.”
“She wanted to bring eight,” Dare said. “This was our compromise.”
“They’re all so beautiful. I couldn’t pick favorites.”
Reagan tossed a questioning look in Jessica’s direction. Trey hadn’t realized they were standing so close to each other. Jessica had seen him hit rock bottom, so he was incredibly comfortable around her. Hell, he was incredibly comfortable around most people. Reagan would have to get used to it sooner rather than later.
“This is Jessica Chase.”
Reagan’s eyes widened. “I thought you looked familiar. I saw that video of you and Sed getting it on at the top of the Eif—”
Trey shook his head vigorously and luckily Reagan realized she should keep her knowledge of Sed and Jessica’s infamous sex video to herself.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Reagan Elliot.”
“So you’re a guitarist?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah. Can you believe this f**king shit? Yesterday I was a barista. Today I’m rhythm guitarist for the hottest metal band on the planet, dating the sexiest man in the universe, and about to get on a private jet to go on tour with a band I’ve idolized for years. Are you fecking serious? How did this happen?”
“Because you’re talented,” Dare said.
Reagan flushed. “You’re making my head swell.”
“You always make my head swell,” Trey quipped.
“You’ll have to show me that on the jet. Where’s Master Sinclair? Is he here?” Reagan glanced around the room.
“He’s saying good-bye to his wife,” Trey said. “It might be a while.”
“This is his new baby,” Jessica said, lifting Malcolm out of his carrier. The baby released a cry of protest and Brian dashed into the room.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just picked him up and startled him a little,” Jessica said. “He’s fine, Papa Bear.”
“He shouldn’t be handled by too many people,” Dare said. “His little immune system can’t handle all the germs.”
Brian paled.
“I’ll take him,” Myrna said, walking rather slow and grimacing with each step. She collected the baby in her arms and he immediately started rooting around for a meal.
“He knows his mother already,” Brian said and stroked Malcolm’s hair.
Reagan dropped her guitar case and her fingers dug into Trey’s arm. He glanced at her and she looked like she was about to faint or explode or something. He followed her line of sight to Brian. Trey hoped she didn’t go all fangirl in front of everyone. He’d just told Jessica that she was cool.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Myrna asked Trey.
“Yeah, this is Reagan.”
“Nice to meet you.” Myrna examined Reagan from head to toe. Her gaze finally settled on Reagan’s guitar case. “You’re a very attractive woman. I have a thing for guitarists, you know,” Myrna said.
Brian choked. He turned to look at Reagan and his eyes widened. “If you want to hook up with her, Myrna, you totally have my permission,” he said, “but only if I get to participate.”
Myrna chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, baby. But you are. Serious. You need to relax. You’re going to explode. Everything will be fine. I promise.”
Brian sighed and kissed her temple. “I’m going to miss you. Make sure you take a picture of Malcolm every hour and send it to me. And video. Record lots of videos. I don’t want to miss anything.”
Myrna cupped his face with her free hand. “I will. I promise.”
“Jessica,” Brian said, tearing his gaze off his little family long enough to glance at Sed’s fiancée. “I know Myr won’t call me if there’s a problem, so you’d better.”
Jessica nodded.
“She can always call me if she needs anything,” Dare said. “I’ll be here.” Trey cleared his throat and luckily Dare was a mind reader. “I’ll just cancel my trip to Hawaii,” he added. “No big deal.”