about what song I was going to sing tonight? No? I didn’t think so.” He lifted his phone to the guy whose jaw was suddenly so tight I figured he was going to need dental work come Monday. “She wants to talk to you, dude.”
Pressing my lips together to keep from grinning, I moved around the guy and offered Jagger the fresh coffee. He took a sip and let out a contented exhale. “Perfect. Thanks, Dimples.”
“Yes, Mrs. Armstrong. I apologize for the trouble…” I glanced over my shoulder in time to see the producer pale. “I assure you, your client is in good hands here. I’ll see to his comfort myself.”
Whatever Aunt Emmie said to the man had his hand shaking as he handed Jagger his phone back. “You’ll be on in twenty minutes,” he muttered before making a hasty exit.
“Ma?” Jagger took another drink of his coffee as he listened to his mother. When he noticed my eyes were on him, he winked, and I felt myself melt. “Nah, I’m good. Shaw is acting as my assistant. Maybe I should get her to fill in for you and Dad more often. She doesn’t bitch at me like you do. Plus, she’s so damn good to look at.”
I rolled my eyes and dropped down into the makeup chair in front of the mirror. Seeing that the artist had left her brushes and makeup lying around, I started touching up my own makeup while I waited for him to get off the phone.
“I just needed you to deal with that idiot,” he told her after listening for a moment. “They expected me to do a song that would require a full band. If they had said something about it earlier in the day, I wouldn’t have cared because I could have gotten a band here. But twenty minutes before I’m expected to go on live television, what did they expect?”
He talked to her for a few more minutes before saying goodbye. “I have to go, Ma. I love you too. See you tomorrow night.” He hung up and then stood. Crossing to me, he offered me his phone. “Watch this for me, will ya, Dimples?”
I took it without even looking at the screen and stuffed it into my purse. Once it was safely out of the way, he took both my hands and pulled me to my feet. With my boots on, I was only a few inches shorter than him, so all I had to do was tilt my head back ever so slightly for him to kiss me.
With his thumb under my chin, he angled my head the way he wanted me and then brushed his lips over mine.
All evening, I’d been questioning myself, wondering if maybe I was overreacting to the whole Luca and Violet breakup. I’d liked being able to call Jagger mine way too much. Even when I’d been working, I’d loved that all I had to do was look at him and he was jumping up to take care of me. Dinner had been perfect, and I’d been so close to saying fuck it and just letting everything go. The fear of being hurt was the worst, though, and it was what kept my mouth shut.
But maybe I should give this—us—a chance…
I opened my mouth to suggest maybe…just maybe, we could try. Before I could say anything, however, someone in a headset appeared at the door and cleared their throat to get our attention. Jagger lifted his head from kissing me again and gave me a sexy wink before brushing his lips over the tip of my nose. “Be back in a few, Dimples.”
Licking my lips, I nearly moaned when I tasted him there, and I nodded. He grabbed his acoustic guitar case and walked out with the guy wearing the headset.
Yeah, I thought as I slowly sat once again, already missing him. Maybe I should give this a real chance. Even though it had only been a day, I liked how he’d made the ache in my heart ease. I missed him so much, and I didn’t think I could go back to ignoring him so I wasn’t tempted to—
That thought was cut off when his phone made an angry sound from my purse. Frowning, I dug it out in case it was his mom.
When my fingers wrapped around the cool metal, I slowly turned it to see the screen. Two texts were waiting there. The first was a picture I couldn’t see unless