Logan’s hand presses against me tighter for a beat, and I have a feeling the man is going to try to knock me up as soon as possible. For the first time in my life, the thought doesn’t terrify me.
“Damn. Pretty as a picture, Banner,” Boone says before turning back to Holly. “Crey can handle the baby for a while, right? Let’s run through the song while I’ve got you here.”
“We brought the nanny too.”
“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my daughter,” Creighton replies.
And true to his word, when Rose starts to fuss in my arms, he closes the distance between us and gently takes her from me.
“Hush, sweet girl. Daddy’s here. What do you need?” When she continues to fuss, he says, “Fine. You can have a pony when you’re four. Not a day sooner. You have to wait for the Maserati until you’re sixteen and have taken tactical driving lessons.”
Holly’s laugh echoes off the walls. “God help you if we have any more kids. We’ll be bankrupt if you have to buy them all the stuff you’ve promised her.”
But the baby is quiet, peacefully sleeping in her father’s arms. He shoots Holly a look. “It works.”
“Maybe she’ll want a Mustang like her mama.”
“If she’s anything like her mama, I’m keeping her locked up until she’s forty. Never mind, I’m doing that anyway. Let’s go, sweet girl. Daddy’s taking you back to the tour bus. We’ve got a few more chapters ofMillionaire Next Doorto pass the time while Mommy does her famous thing.”
If someone had told me two years ago that I’d ever hear those words coming out of Creighton Karas’s mouth, I would have thought they were drunk and popping pills.
Holly shakes her head as he walks down the hallway toward backstage and what I’m assuming is the exit to where the tour buses are parked.
“He bought a new tour bus for the sole purpose of turning half of it into a nursery. I swear, without me, that girl would be spoiled rotten.”
“I think that’s what you call balance.”
“All right, enough baby talk. Let’s go make some music magic, Wix.”
Boone and Holly head for the stage, and Logan and I stay where we are and watch. It is, indeed, magic.
We head back to the hotel an hour later so I can meet the stylist Boone’s assistant is sending over to do my hair and makeup for the concert, but when we hit the lobby, Logan tells me to go ahead by myself because he forgot something he had to take care of.
“If I don’t make it back in time, have the driver take you to the venue, and I’ll meet you there.”
I don’t argue because I know he wants everything to be perfect with the car for Boone’s show. “Go. Do what you need to do.”
He kisses me hard before turning and striding away.
I’m not going to lie and say I don’t watch his perfect ass in those jeans until he disappears from sight.
* * *
BANNER: Heading to the stadium now. You there already?
MYSEXYMAN: I’ll be there soon.
I glance up at the driver through the partition and wonder where the hell Logan is if he’s not at the venue. I figured he was already there working on the car, but maybe I missed him? Who knows.
When the car slows and security waves us through the same back gate Logan and I used yesterday, I tuck my phone back in my purse.
My hair and makeup are perfection, and I’m in love with the silver flowy top, designer jean miniskirt, and handmade dress boots the stylist brought for me as well. I look the part for a country concert.
With my all-access pass around my neck, I head toward the door I left from earlier today, and security waves me through. Boone’s assistant is waiting inside.
“Where’s Logan? Is he behind you?”
“I thought he was already here, but I guess he’s on his way.”