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.