Page 53 of Sexy Dirty Fun

There wasn’t time to call him right now, so I shut off my phone and leaned my head back. I was exhausted. We didn’t get much sleep last night. I smiled to myself, remembering how good it sounded when Lindsey said she loved me too.

The flight back was uneventful and I was asleep most of the time. When I got off the plane in LA, I had to admit I missed the warmer weather. I didn’t let anyone know when I was getting back, so I was going to have to catch a cab home. For once in my life, I didn’t want any fanfare or attention when I arrived. I wanted to get home and crash before all the sleepless nights in the studio. Thanks to the Wisconsin t-shirt Lindsey had stolen from her dad’s wardrobe for me to wear, no one was the wiser that I was Cane Stephen’s, lead singer for the Forbidden Gods.

I turned on my phone and sent Lindsey a text to let her know I was back safely. I wasn’t sure if I should say I loved her again; I didn’t want to overdo it and scare her off. She sent me a quick text back to let me know she missed me. I would leave it at that for now and tell her again later before I passed out for the night.

I had another text from my manager.

CALLME NOW

Fuck,he was impatient. I dialed his number and was surprised to hear him pick up before the phone even finished ringing once.

“It’s about damn time you called,” he almost shouted into the phone. “We have an emergency here.”

“You don’t have to fucking yell,” I said, holding the phone slightly from my ear. What an asshole.

“Remember the whole wife fiasco?” He asked.

“Yeah, I hired a PI and he found no evidence that we were married. It shouldn’t even be an issue anymore - especially one you yell at me about.” I shook my head in disgust. I wasn’t used to people yelling at me and I didn’t like it.

“Well, he missed something.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, looking out the window at the streets of LA. I loved this town with all the different kinds of people. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

“She’s pregnant. She claims it’s yours.”

I opened my mouth to say something but I was speechless. Pregnant? Fuck. What was I going to tell Lindsey?

“Cane? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I am.” My cab pulled up to the house. “I just got home. I’ll call you back.” I hung up the phone as the cab driver parked the car. I needed some time to process this. If Destiny really was pregnant with my baby, it was almost worse than us getting married. Her having my baby tied us together for the next eighteen years.

I got out and paid the driver. I walked up to the house, bone tired. I unlocked the door and went inside. I threw my stuff down and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I sat at the island in the kitchen, thinking about what I was going to do next when my phone rang. It was Lindsey. I let it go to voicemail. I couldn’t talk to her right now. She would know something was wrong and I couldn’t lie to her.

I scrubbed my face with my hand and took a long drink of my beer, almost finishing the whole thing. I decided to call Diesel. He would know what to do. He would help me fix this. I had to before I lost Lindsey forever.

26

LINDSEY

He loves me.

I drove home from the airport with the biggest smile on my face I couldn’t help it; rock God Cane Stephens loved me. After the way he stood by my side through my mom’s death and the funeral, I believed it too. I had been thinking of telling him how I felt about him but I didn’t want to spook him. Then he told me first. I was on cloud nine despite my mother’s death.

I pulled into the driveway and parked Dad’s car in the garage. Cane had to fly out early, so it was only around nine in the morning when I arrived home. I hung up the keys by the garage door and went into the kitchen to some breakfast and more coffee. Cane and I spent most of the night in each other’s arms, so I was exhausted.

My brother was sitting at the table, working on his laptop. He was always on that thing. He was heading back to New York tomorrow, leaving me as usual to pick up the pieces as far as Dad was concerned.

My mom’s death was harder on Dad than I thought it would be. It was obvious he was lost without her. She was his soul mate, best friend, and so much more. I couldn’t get him to eat anything and I heard him up wandering the house at night, so I knew he wasn’t sleeping either. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to leave him in a week but I was dying to get back to LA, so I was going to have to figure something out for him.

“You’re up early, little sister,” my brother said dryly, not looking up from his laptop. He had already made a pot of coffee, so I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured myself a drink.

“I had to take Cane to the airport,” I replied, bracing myself for his rude comments about my famous boyfriend. I sat in the chair across from him and took a sip of my coffee.

“How can you date him?” He asked, looking up and narrowing his eyes at me. “He’s slept with half the world and he’s an asshole. What’s the appeal?”

“I’m not exactly innocent either, David. Everyone has a past. It doesn’t matter. What matters is how you live your life now,” I shrugged at him. I didn’t feel like fighting with him and I wasn’t going to let him wreck the good mood I was in.

“How nice. Did you get that off of a fortune cookie? Or is that some line of bull he told you so he could get you in bed?” His voice was bitter and cold. Not at all like the brother I knew. David had always been so supportive of whatever I did. Maybe it was a case of a big brother looking out for his little sister, but he was acting like a grade-A asshole.