Page 79 of Sing Your Secrets
twenty-four
Miles
“Idon’t think you needed to bring a giant-ass cookie to seal the deal, Sienna.”
“Hush,” Sienna says with a hiss. “Everyone loves a good cookie cake. It can’t hurt.” She shuffles around the rectangular table that’s covered in a long black cloth. Sienna went out of her way to make The Garage look far fancier than it needs to be. It looks like we’re preparing to host a small wedding versus a meeting with the buyer.
Sienna fusses with the napkins, ensuring there’s a little plate and pen in front of each place setting. She even brushes off Law’s shoulders, trying to make his pristine suit look tidier. He catches her hand. “Why are you so nervous, baby?”
“Because if this falls through, I have a feeling we won’t have the time for that trip to France you promised me.”
I flash her a wide smile, loosening the tie that’s choking me. I’m twenty-six and still don’t know how to fasten these properly. “France, huh? The Louvre?”
Sienna beams and nods enthusiastically. “We’re going to try and make a baby in Paris.” Wrapping her arms around Law from behind, she kisses Law’s cheek.
Oh, God. You’re going to give your kid a pretentious French name, aren’t you?
“So, you guys…talked?” I squint one eye at Sienna, wondering how much Law knows about her reluctance to become a mom before she crossed a few items off her bucket list.
Law clears his throat. “You’ll have the place to yourself a lot because Sienna and I are going to prioritize traveling this year.” He looks at his wife and gives her a sweet smile. “But you know if and when we do have a little one, it doesn’t have to stop. I want you to see the world, baby. I want to give you the world. All you have to do is ask.”
Sienna winks at me as a wide, genuine smile spreads across her face. “We talked.”
“Good for you guys. And as generous as your offer is, as soon as I have a few paychecks under my belt, I think I’m going to look for my own place.”
“You don’t ha—”
“I know,” I say, cutting off Sienna’s protests. “I know I’m welcome to stay. Thank you. But I want my own place.”
“Are we not good enough hosts?” She twists her lips.
“Don’t you want your space back?”
“We have over six-thousand square feet, Miles. There’s plenty of space. And your company is way better than those country club bitches.”
I snicker at how much Sienna hates hosting weekly book clubs. She pretends to read the high-minded philosophical crap that her fellow rich trophy wife friends insist on, but she just scours the synopsis. She spends her actual time reading dirty romance novels and People magazine.
“I appreciate you guys, but need my space, especially if I’m staying in Denver. It’s time to figure out a long-term plan…which shouldn’t involve your basement.”
Law looks over his shoulder at Sienna. “He has a new girlfriend. She slept over while we were in Colorado Springs. I’m sure it’s where all this is coming from.”
“What?” Sienna squawks. “That was fast.”
“I need you guys to keep that under wraps for now. Her dad agreed to produce an EP for me, and he’s made his opinion on us dating pretty clear.”
“What’s an EP?” Sienna asks.
“Just a little smaller than an album. Five or so songs. I’ve been trying to get signed by a label so they can fund an album, but Reese thinks I should trudge forward on my own—take my music right to the listeners instead of waiting on gatekeepers. She calls it the indie revolution.”
Law nods. “Smart girl.”
“Yeah, she’s somethin’ else.”
Sienna studies my expression. “Oh, you’re whipped, my friend.”
“So whipped,” I grumble. “I’d rip the shirt off my back immediately to catch her sneeze. This girl is…” I let out a low whistle. “So far out of my league, I’m already worried about the day someone snakes her from right up under me.”
“Let’s hope you’d put up a fight,” Law says. “Oh, hey—I heard the door.”