Page 43 of Sing Your Secrets

Of course, there’s a condition. “What?”

“Play nice with your mom, Reese. She loves you. She wants a real relationship with you.” I follow Dad’s gaze to the bar where my mom is sipping another mimosa and nodding along animatedly as Mani talks with her hands.

I tap my knuckle against my lips in contemplation and then pull out my phone before I can change my mind. “Let me see if he needs it.”

Me:I have something for you.

Miles: I’m intrigued.

Me:It’s not a blow job.

Miles:I’m less intrigued.

I snort at his response and tuck my phone underneath the table like I’m texting in class, so there’s no way Dad can catch a glimpse of my flirty conversation.

Me:Ha! Say the word and I’ll be there in a heartbeat. It’d be the best three minutes of your life.

Miles:Stop tempting me. I want to take you out first.

Miles:Wait, only three minutes?

Me:*smirk emoji* That’s all it takes when I do it.

Miles:Seriously. Stop.

Miles:What do you have for me?

Me:Do you have a PA system and speakers for The Garage?

Miles:Not yet. I need to start looking but the upfront budget is tight.

Me:I got you. Free. *blow kiss emoji*

Miles: Thank you. But aren’t you tired?

Me:Of what?

Miles: Saving my ass.

Me:Nope. Just getting started. *kissy face emoji*

“So?” Dad asks, his brows raised. “He wants them?” I nod. “And you’ll put in a real effort with your mom?” He lowers his voice as we both notice Mom and Mani grabbing their half-finished drinks from the bar and heading back to our table.

“Fine.” My chest rises and falls as I let out a dramatic breath.

But these better be some really fucking good speakers.