say? His parties rock."
She ignored him and turned her attention to the warm-up band as the rest of her band members crowded close. Denny stayed to the back looking sheepish and avoiding her gaze. Leo Meyer, on keyboard, looking good in jeans and an open vest, blew her a kiss, his eyes shining with excitement.
Logan forgot all about her personal space and picked her up, swinging her around. "I'm a father, Joley, can you believe that? She's the cutest baby I've ever seen."
Brian nudged him. "That's not hard, they're all kind of squishy and sort of undercooked."
Logan set Joley on her feet and hugged her hard. "Man, she's got the tiniest fingers and she looks at me and I melt." He glared at Brian, who grinned unrepentantly. "And she's not undercooked. She's just a little squishy."
Joley poked both of them. "She's new, not squishy. Is she still at the hospital?"
"Under guard." Logan nodded. "They're letting her go home with me tomorrow. Jerry's trying to find a nanny, but I have to be careful. I don't like the idea of hiring someone we don't know."
"What about Tish? She's a teacher and so good with kids. Have you considered her?" Joley was careful to extricate herself from Logan. His joy was overwhelming her, along with his fears of fatherhood. She couldn't afford to have those emotions inside her when she went out to perform. Her voice could affect the entire audience.
Logan rubbed at the deliberate five o'clock shadow on his chin and glanced around the tight circle surrounding him. They were all silent, watching him. "I think I burned that bridge pretty effectively."
When the band was first starting out, it was Logan's wife, Tish, who'd taken care of them all, sold their CDs at the bars and made their posters and even got them gigs. She was the one who had first connected with Joley, which had eventually brought their band to fame. Tish had come up the ranks with them and they all adored her. They'd known her since high school, and all of them missed her—especially Logan.
"You won't know until you try, bro," Leo said. "Tish isn't with anyone else and she never divorced your sorry ass. You told me that yourself the other day."
Joley's eyebrow shot up. "Have you been keeping tabs on her?"
Logan looked sheepish. He shrugged. "Maybe. A little. I ask some of our old friends how she's doing, that's all."
"Well, ask her then. She can only say no," Joley said to encourage him. "She knows the ropes, the way we work together. She's always fit in."
"You really think she's going to want to take care of someone else's baby?"
" Your baby," Joley pointed out. "If Tish thinks a baby—and you—need help, she's going to come, even if it means risking her heart." She pinned him with her dark, straight gaze. "If she comes, because she's generous like that, see that you don't abuse her trust. I mean it, Logan. Don't ask her, flirt around with her and then throw some groupie in her face." Her gaze strayed to Denny.
Denny ducked his head, looking miserable. With a small sigh, Joley went to stand in front of him. He offered a hesitant smile. "I know you're angry with me."
"Disappointed," she corrected, "but it's your life, Denny. You aren't married to Lisa. I just know how upset you get when you break up with someone you profess to love, and you're always the one sabotaging the relationship."
"I get high and the women are all over me and I can't seem to say no. She was trying to kiss on Nikitin and she looked so hot. He kind of pushed her away and she crawled under the table, right in front of everyone, like she was an animal in heat, couldn't get enough, you know. One minute I was drinking with Nikitin and laughing, the next, I was so burning hot for her I couldn't think straight." He rubbed his hand over his face as if he could wipe out the incident. "I wish I could tell you that I'll never forget it and she was awesome, but I can't remember most of it. I threw Lisa away for something I can't even remember." He shook his
She ignored him and turned her attention to the warm-up band as the rest of her band members crowded close. Denny stayed to the back looking sheepish and avoiding her gaze. Leo Meyer, on keyboard, looking good in jeans and an open vest, blew her a kiss, his eyes shining with excitement.
Logan forgot all about her personal space and picked her up, swinging her around. "I'm a father, Joley, can you believe that? She's the cutest baby I've ever seen."
Brian nudged him. "That's not hard, they're all kind of squishy and sort of undercooked."
Logan set Joley on her feet and hugged her hard. "Man, she's got the tiniest fingers and she looks at me and I melt." He glared at Brian, who grinned unrepentantly. "And she's not undercooked. She's just a little squishy."
Joley poked both of them. "She's new, not squishy. Is she still at the hospital?"
"Under guard." Logan nodded. "They're letting her go home with me tomorrow. Jerry's trying to find a nanny, but I have to be careful. I don't like the idea of hiring someone we don't know."
"What about Tish? She's a teacher and so good with kids. Have you considered her?" Joley was careful to extricate herself from Logan. His joy was overwhelming her, along with his fears of fatherhood. She couldn't afford to have those emotions inside her when she went out to perform. Her voice could affect the entire audience.
Logan rubbed at the deliberate five o'clock shadow on his chin and glanced around the tight circle surrounding him. They were all silent, watching him. "I think I burned that bridge pretty effectively."
When the band was first starting out, it was Logan's wife, Tish, who'd taken care of them all, sold their CDs at the bars and made their posters and even got them gigs. She was the one who had first connected with Joley, which had eventually brought their band to fame. Tish had come up the ranks with them and they all adored her. They'd known her since high school, and all of them missed her—especially Logan.
"You won't know until you try, bro," Leo said. "Tish isn't with anyone else and she never divorced your sorry ass. You told me that yourself the other day."
Joley's eyebrow shot up. "Have you been keeping tabs on her?"
Logan looked sheepish. He shrugged. "Maybe. A little. I ask some of our old friends how she's doing, that's all."
"Well, ask her then. She can only say no," Joley said to encourage him. "She knows the ropes, the way we work together. She's always fit in."
"You really think she's going to want to take care of someone else's baby?"
" Your baby," Joley pointed out. "If Tish thinks a baby—and you—need help, she's going to come, even if it means risking her heart." She pinned him with her dark, straight gaze. "If she comes, because she's generous like that, see that you don't abuse her trust. I mean it, Logan. Don't ask her, flirt around with her and then throw some groupie in her face." Her gaze strayed to Denny.
Denny ducked his head, looking miserable. With a small sigh, Joley went to stand in front of him. He offered a hesitant smile. "I know you're angry with me."
"Disappointed," she corrected, "but it's your life, Denny. You aren't married to Lisa. I just know how upset you get when you break up with someone you profess to love, and you're always the one sabotaging the relationship."
"I get high and the women are all over me and I can't seem to say no. She was trying to kiss on Nikitin and she looked so hot. He kind of pushed her away and she crawled under the table, right in front of everyone, like she was an animal in heat, couldn't get enough, you know. One minute I was drinking with Nikitin and laughing, the next, I was so burning hot for her I couldn't think straight." He rubbed his hand over his face as if he could wipe out the incident. "I wish I could tell you that I'll never forget it and she was awesome, but I can't remember most of it. I threw Lisa away for something I can't even remember." He shook his
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