Page 60 of Renegade
“Seriously, I hope you know how lucky you are,” she says.
I grin and lean over to kiss her cheek. “Believe me I know how lucky I am and I also know if it wasn’t for you I’d never have met her.”
“Yeah well I am pretty fucking great like that,” she says and we both laugh.
“Hey, what do you want to eat babe?” Nate asks, smiling at her.
As she’s thinking I hear singing and look around at everyone. No one else seems to hear it and
I tell them all to be quiet. We all listen and I get up walking to the bathroom door. Poppy presses up against me as we both listen and the guys lean in.
“Holy fuck,” Poppy whispers and looks up at me.
“Fuck, my girl knows how to sing. Did you know this?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and we continue to listen. What really blows my mind is that she is singing the song I wrote for her. I can’t fucking believe it. How did I not know what an incredible voice she had?
“Fitz, damn, you guys should sing a duet,” Poppy suggests.
This is it, this could be her dream. “I’d do it in a heartbeat,” I say and look back at the guys.
“Oh fuck yes,” Nate says.
“I think it would bring a whole new audience,” Ralph says, grinning.
“More chicks? I’m totally down,” Ethen says.
We hear the shower turn off and all rush to get out of the way, bumping into each other as we try. She goes into the bedroom and I look at Poppy.
“Go, what are you waiting for,” she pushes.
I knock on the door and walk in, just as she is pulling her shirt on. “Damn, a minute too late,” I joke.
She laughs and starts brushing her hair. “I miss the hotel shower,” she says, looking at me in the mirror.
“We’ll be settled at home in a few days. Hey, when were you going to tell me that you can sing?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
She laughs and shakes her head, gathering her hair together to put it in a ponytail. “Oh stop. I just sing in the shower sometimes.”
I grab her arm and gently turn her to look at me. “I’m serious, Brooklyn. Your voice is fucking amazing and I’m not just saying that. We all heard you and damn, you are extremely talented.”
She loses her smile and dips her brows. “What? Get out of here. I’ve been singing in the shower my whole life, no one ever said anything.”
It’s at times like this I want to go back in time and beat the shit out of everyone that’s made her doubt herself. No one ever gave her encouragement and I fucking hate that. “Come here,” I say, sitting on the bed. She sits next to me and I pull her onto my lap. I press a kiss on her lips and wink. “I guess no one ever heard you before, because if they did they definitely would have told you.”
“Wow, thank you,” she says, pressing a kiss to my cheek and going to stand up.
I laugh and hold her still. “Not so quick. I think we should collaborate.”
“What? Get the hell out of here. You’re just saying this because you want to give me a job,” she says, searching my face.
“There are two things that mean the world to me. You and the band. Just like I would die for you, I’d die for the band. I wouldn’t do anything to cause harm to either. If I didn’t mean what I said, I sure as fuck wouldn’t ask you to collaborate with me. I’m serious, I want to do this,” I say.
“So wait. You think I’m good enough to actually sing a duet with you?” she asks, still not believing me.
“I think you’re good enough to be a talent all your own, but I’d be honored if you did this with me before you are discovered.” I kiss her lips and pull back grinning.
“Discovered?”