“Maybe?” I shrug. “We barely know each other.”
He reaches for my hand. “I know enough.”
“You have no idea how grumpy I can get if I don’t get enough sleep. Or how mean I am if someone interrupts my sleep. Or the tricks I play on telemarketers.”
He grins. “Have you met Brock? I can handle grumpy. I get pissed if someone interrupts my sleep, too. And I’d love to findout about the tricks you play on telemarketers. What’s your next argument?”
I wave away his question. “It doesn’t matter. My family needs me.”
“It’s admirable how you care for them.”
“But…”
“But Otis is practically an adult. Penelope is going to rule the world before she graduates from high school. And Mila has her mom.”
“Mila needs an army of moms. Penelope might rule the world someday. But Mila is going to destroy it. Not on purpose, mind you. It’ll be an accident. But the world will still be in ruins.”
He squeezes my hand once before releasing it and digging his fork into his eggs. “Maybe she’ll find a sport and direct all of her attention to it.”
I groan. “I’m afraid of what she’d do to her competitors if she lost.”
His nose wrinkles. “She’d get kicked out of competition.”
“And we’d be right back to where we started. Mila destroying the world.”
“I’ll make sure my agent has my PR firm on speed dial.”
“You have a PR firm?”
“The firm helps build a positive public image for me, manage my social media, and secure brand endorsements.”
“Wow.”
“I should hook you up with my contact. You’ll need a PR manager once your songwriting businesstakes off.”
“My songwriting business?”
“Juliet Ash is just the beginning. With her connections, you’ll be selling songs to all the top pop singers in no time. You should probably move to Steel City already. You’re going to be there often enough to negotiate contracts.”
I snort. “You never give up, do you?”
His dark chocolate gaze meets mine. “Songbird, I will never give up on you.”
The sincerity in his eyes is clear. He means it. He won’t give up on me. Which is good since I love him.
I love him? How can I love him? I barely know him.
Apparently, my heart doesn’t care. It’s latched onto Gage and isn’t planning to let go anytime soon – if ever.
Gage Edwards is amazing and I want to spend my life with him. Wake up with him every morning. Argue about my siblings over a breakfast he cooked every day. Spend my nights with him.
It’s official. I love Gage Edwards.
But what happens at the end of the summer? Will he leave me the same way my dad did? Without a glance backwards?
Chapter 27
The end zone isn’t the only thing I’m chasing.