Page 13 of Endless Harmonies
“Thank you, Ror.” She sniffles. “You’re the best.”
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” I tell her, my heart heavy. “I love you.”
“Love you, Lenny.”
The phone disconnects, and I groan. “Our best friends are dicksicles.”
Roark snorts softly, taking a breath. I know I just fucked up his zen. “Aye, they’re something alright. I started dating you when you were about her age,” he mutters. “Sure, I was older and so was Turner, but it was a nonissue. I knew I wanted you to be my forever.”
My eyes are leaking again, and I blink rapidly, trying not to cry on the babies heads. “Mav and Atlas have been around for most of our relationship, too. There has to be something else, but right now they don’t deserve her. Will you dial Uncle Jordan for me please?” I ask.
“Lenny,” he warns.
“No,” I bark softly. “You can’t do that. Two men that we adore are having sex loudly in the tour bus my sister has to live in. Don’t you get that? It’s not like when you and Turner fuck in the bus. I’m not being left out, you’re just enjoying time together. Those two are flaunting their relationship in my sister’s face, essentially telling her that they don’t want her. I will not have that.”
Roark stares at me for a moment before he growls. “Fuckers,” he mutters. “You’re absolutely right. This isn’t fair to her. I don’t want her on that goddamn bus.”
Grabbing my phone, he dials Jordan and hits the speaker button.
“Lennon? Okay, don’t freak out but Layla—”
“We know she’s coming home, but the question is do you know why?” Roark asks, his tone almost a snarl.
“I understand she has a crush on Mav and Atlas and it’s not going well,”my uncle says softly. “I’m trying very hard to stay out of it, but she left crying and I want to beat someone.”
“Layla is twenty-one,” I remind him. “She can consent to whatever she wants, and can have sex with whoever she wants. Don’t worry though, there’s been none at all.”
“None…” Jordan says softly. “They’re being weird because she’s a virgin. Okay, if Layla isn’t happy, what’s the game plan?”
“I want her off the damn bus,” I demand. “She can travel with you to venues, as long as you’re not breathing down her throat it’ll be fine. Lay is welcome to travel with us if we’re going between locations, though I’m unsure what our schedule is.”
“One concert per month,”Jordan says, surprising me. I was doing more than that when I was pregnant.“I feel as if it’s asking a lot for you to travel with newborns to begin with, so that’s what I told the label. If you want to work on a song while Lay is home with you that’ll shut them up, you are welcome to it.”
My lips twitch at his words. “You’re the best. Thank you for taking care of us,” I breathe. “I just wanted to make sure you knew what was happening. Those two need to get their heads out of their asses or leave her alone. In fact…”
“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary please save me,”Jordan prays, making me giggle. “Out with it then, Len.”
“As soon as my hands are free, I’m going to start working on a dating profile for Layla,” I tell him. “She wants to live, enjoy herself, and for God’s sake, have sex. Everyone keeps her in a box, and it’s not fair.”
“Ugh, online dating? Lennon,” Jordan groans.
“I’ll let you run any prospects through a background check?” I try again.
“Yep, that’ll do it. I love you, please stay out of trouble. Or… at least give me a heads up,”he grumbles.
“I love you too. I am so pissed off at them,” I complain. “Men are so stupid.”
“They are. Uh, there’s one more thing,” Jordan says, and I can practically hear the wince.
“Yeah?” I ask, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Your father wants to come see you. He’s finally decided to acknowledge you,”he says, and if I was holding the phone, it would be shattered against the wall.
“What did you say?” I ask.
“I told him that I’d tell you, but that you were washing your hair until the end of time,” he snarks.
“Damn straight,” Roark rumbles.