No Commitment (Capital Kingsmen #1) - Lisa Suzanne Page 0,91

share some news of my own.

“My parents met Luna,” I say.

Three sets of curious eyes turn in my direction. “How’d it go?” Tommy asks.

“They’re in love. I explained how Dani didn’t tell me because she wanted to give Luna a father while we were out of the country for two years,” I say. I take a sip of my scotch.

“Is that really why, though?” Dustin asks quietly.

I lift a shoulder. “There’s other shit that’s meaningless now that figured into it, but ultimately, I think that’s what it comes down to. It’s how I see it in my own mind at this point, and it’s what has helped me learn to forgive her.”

“You’ve forgiven her?” Brett says, surprise all over his raised brows.

I nod. “I have. I want to be with her. I want her and Luna in my life and in my house. And we don’t have a future if I hold a grudge over a decision she made two years ago.”

Tommy just stares at me, and I can’t help my chuckle when I glance at him. He blows out a whistle. “Wow,” he mutters. “Our little Tyler is all grown up.”

“I guess being a father will sort of do that to you,” I say, and even though she’s been in my life a month now, it’s the first time I really believe those words.

“Dustin too. But for the record, I’m not ready to grow up yet,” Tommy says.

We all laugh, and Brett agrees with him. “No kids on my radar either.”

Karl shows up with some different stats for us to look at, so our focus shifts from our personal lives to our professional ones. He goes over our tour schedule and we discuss the setlist. We move a few things around, and we’re all happy with the outcome.

When our numbers do finally come in, we’re blown away.

This is our best album launch to date, and with a sold-out tour ahead of us, we find ourselves at the very top of our game. It’s a good place to be despite the pressure that gets heavier and heavier on my shoulders as days pass and we prepare to leave for the next four months.

It’s been a whirlwind few weeks. Between our California press junket, our quick trip to New York, and playing gigs around California, we’re already exhausted and we leave for tour in the morning.

I haven’t been home much, and I miss my girls.

My girls.

This was on the schedule before I knew they were my girls, yet I can’t help thinking how I want to spend every last precious moment I can with them before we hit the road.

The interrupted kiss out on the patio was the last time my lips were on Dani’s, and I’m itching for more. But I’ve also backed off a bit. The tour wraps around the same time her divorce should be finalized, so at this point, waiting feels like the honorable move.

Even though I don’t give a shit about being honorable and my dick is begging me to bury him in her.

I will. That’s a promise.

We’ve put Luna to bed, and I’ve been packing my last-minute essentials and drinking cheap scotch as I work on the mental preparation that’s essential before a big tour. Just before I head to my bedroom to sleep in my own bed one last time before we take off in the morning via bus toward San Francisco, the first stop on our tour, I knock lightly on Dani’s door.

“Come in,” she says.

I open the door, and she’s already lying down with the light off. She left the blinds partially open, and the only light in the room comes from the moon shining brightly outside.

The moon. There for us even now.

“Sorry to bother you,” I say softly.

She sits up. “Don’t be sorry.”

I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. I reach for her hand in the darkness. “I already miss you.”

Her fingers thread through mine. “I already miss you, too. But we can do this. It’s only four months, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And we’ve got video chat just like last time. I’ve already sort of talked myself into being excited about getting to talk to you each night without the underlying sexual tension simmering between us.”

I laugh, and I wrap my other hand around our joined ones. “Underlying sexual tension?” I tease.

“You know it’s there,” she whispers.

“I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something,” I say, changing the subject. We’ve waited this long. At this point, we can wait