The beauty series bundle, p.31
The Beauty Series Bundle, page 31
“I can never tell you how sorry I am for being absent from your life. But I promise you that it will never happen again. The world is going to know that you’re my daughter because I love you.”
I never needed the world to know I was Jake Beckett’s daughter. And I sure don’t need them to know now. I don’t want his free pass into the music industry. “No. I don’t want anyone to know.”
“I don’t understand.”
I’m sure he doesn’t. Most people wouldn’t. “I don’t want my success based on the fact that I’m Jake Beckett’s daughter. I want to make it because I’m a damn good musician. If you announce that you’re my father, I’ll never know if I was good enough to succeed on my own.”
I can tell he doesn’t like it, but that’s really too bad. “I’ll do whatever you want, Laurelyn. Just promise me I can announce it after you’ve proven yourself.”
I’m not in a place where I’m anxious to make promises. “Let me make it first, and then we’ll go from there.”
Chapter Four
Jack McLachlan
I’ve spent the last week at my apartment in Sydney because I thought I’d lose my mind if I stayed another day at Avalon. Laurelyn’s memory haunts me every place I look. There isn’t a place on the vineyard that I don’t see her, but my bed is the worst. I won’t let Mrs. Porcelli wash the sheets because I want to lie in them and still smell Laurelyn next to me.
How desperate is that?
My decision to come to Sydney was ultimately a good one. Although the whole number-fourteen thing was a huge mistake, it opened my eyes to what needed to be done, so I can’t regret it in that aspect. But in every other way, it was the stupidest decision I’d ever made. I don’t know why I thought anything could drive Laurelyn out of my head. Amnesia couldn’t erase her from my brain. She’s etched there forever.
My time hiding out at my apartment has come to an end. It’s time for me to return to Avalon. I can’t neglect the vineyard during the harvest any longer.
I’m almost ready to leave when my phone rings, my brother’s name on the screen. It’s early yet. I immediately worry something has happened to Dad because Evan would never call me so early otherwise. “What is it?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I, uh… was just wondering if I could come by and talk to you for a minute before I go to work?”
This is strange—not like my brother at all. And he doesn’t have to be at work until much later, so I know something’s up. “Sure.”
“I’m leaving the house now so I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
I take one look at Evan after he arrives and I return the compliment he gave me a week ago when he picked me up at The Langford. “You look like shit.” He doesn’t retaliate and that’s when I know that whatever is up with him is serious. “What’s going on, bro?”
“I just need to talk to somebody.”
“Okay. I’m somebody, so shoot.”
Evan rubs his hand across his chin and that’s when I notice he hasn’t shaved—in a while—which isn’t like him at all. But it isn’t like me, either, and I’m sporting the same unkempt look on my face right now. “It’s Em. She’s pregnant again.”
I don’t know what I was expecting, but that definitely wasn’t it. From the looks of him, I thought it would be something more dire. “Oh. Well, I guess congratulations are in order, but I’m a little surprised. I didn’t think you were planning on more kids.”
He laughs but doesn’t appear at all amused. “We weren’t. She left her birth control pills at the house when we went away on that little weekender a couple of months ago. We thought we’d be okay if she caught up on them after we got back. We were wrong.”
“How does Em feel about it?”
“She’s happy—and already talking about it like it’s a boy. She’s always thought I wanted a son, but I never cared if we had one or not. I’m crazy about my girls.”
He doesn’t have to tell me how much he loves his daughters and Emma; they’re his world. He could’ve had all the money and luxuries I have, but he turned his back on it for his family. “So you’re not happy about a new baby?”
“No, I’m not. And I’m a selfish motherfucker for feeling the way I do.” He draws a deep breath and releases it slowly before he begins to pace my living room floor, hands on each side of his head. This is a new look for him and it has me worried about the reason behind his conflict.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to help him, but I can listen, even if I can’t offer advice. “You can tell me what’s on your mind and I won’t judge you. I mean, hell… look at what I’ve been up to for the last four years. It’s not like I’ve been tightening my halo. I’m in no position to pass judgment.”
He sits on the couch and leans over, head in his hands. “I feel like I just got Emma back. Mila has practically been attached to her tits for the past year. Twelve damn months is a long time for your wife to have a kid milking her day and night. Bro, it’s the worst kind of cockblock. I feel like a bastard for wanting my kid to lay off her food source so I can get a fuck.”
Wow. Those are some words I’ll never get out of my head. I could’ve done without hearing that.
“Two months. That’s how long Mila’s been weaned, and it’s been great. Both kids are out of our bed and in their own rooms. I’ve finally been able to fuck my wife in our bed instead of sneaking off to do it quietly on the couch when she doesn’t have a kid sucking on her like a leech. But now there’s going to be another one coming along to get between us.”
Fuck! I’m never sitting on their couch again.
I don’t know what to tell him. I have no advice about this situation. “It sounds like you better get crackin’. You have, what… seven months before it gets here? I’d stock up for the winter while I could.”
“But that’s another thing,” he grumbles. “Emma always has preterm labor and gets put on pelvic rest, so it’s going to thwart me months before it even gets here.”
Damn. My little brother has me feeling sorry for him. “Does Mum know yet?”
“Yeah. We told her last night. She’s thrilled beyond words. She wasn’t expecting to get another grandchild until you found Laurelyn and knocked her up.”
Until I knock Laurelyn up. There was a time when hearing something like that would’ve caused me to lose it, but not today. I’m no longer afraid of what life would be like with a family. I’m way more afraid of what it would be like without one—but particularly without Laurelyn. I know she wants babies and I plan on giving them to her—as many as she wants, any time she’s ready. I very much look forward to putting them inside her.
“It’ll be okay. I’m sure you and Emma will make it work just fine with another kid.”
“I know it’ll be okay. I’m just panicking because this one wasn’t planned. I feel like I’ve lost control and I don’t like it. God, you must think I’m a total dickhead for calling my own kid a cockblocker.”
“I told you I wouldn’t judge—and I won’t—because I don’t know how I’d feel if it were me in your shoes. And we both know you’ll love the little cockblocker.”
I wish I were freaking out about Laurelyn being pregnant. At least that would mean I had her with me.
“Jack, you’re going to find Laurelyn and then it’ll be you in these anxiety shoes because you don’t want to give up that special time with her.”
“I hope I get the chance to panic over it. I really do.”
* * *
I park the Sunset in the garage and find Mrs. Porcelli in the kitchen. “Mr. McLachlan, it’s good to see you back. I trust your visit with your family went well?”
I wish I’d gone to Sydney for a casual visit, but that’s not what sent me there. I went for entirely different reasons I didn’t wish to discuss, so I lie. “Yes, everyone is well and I had a nice visit.”
“Oh, that’s good. I can get you some lunch if you’re hungry.”
“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary. I stopped at a little café a couple of hours ago.”
As I’m walking out, Mrs. Porcelli calls my name. “Mr. McLachlan?”
I turn and see a look of uncertainty in my housekeeper’s eyes—as if she’s searching for the right words to say to me. “Yes?”
She’s wringing her hands like she’s nervous. My curiosity is piqued. “I didn’t know if I should say anything, but I decided I thought you had the right to know.”
I wait for her further explanation but she doesn’t give me one. Whatever this is about, she isn’t wanting to tell me. “What is it?”
“I was cleaning your bedroom and found something of Laurelyn’s under the bed. I placed them on your nightstand because I didn’t know what to do with them. Throwing them in the trash didn’t feel right.”
Ah! A pair of Laurelyn’s undies must’ve fallen under the bed during one of our naughties. I’m sure that’s what has this little gray-haired lady blushing crimson.
“Thank you for letting me know.”
I smile as I walk the hall toward my bedroom. Those will be a nice little memento to have. Hmm… I wonder which pair it’ll be? I find myself hoping that it’s the white lace ones. I took those off her the day we made love the first time—instead of fucking—the day she told me she loved me.
I can see from the doorway that it’s not the white lace ones; these are colorful. And folded into a tiny rectangle. I can’t recall her ever wearing knickers like those, so I cross the room for a better inspection. It isn’t undies at all. It’s the decorative cloth pouch that houses Laurelyn’s birth control pills. I slide the foil package out and confirm what I suspect. This is the pack she would’ve been taking when she left.
I sit on the bed, holding it in my hand. Does this mean she’s going to be pregnant? It only took Em missing two days—not half a pack.
I go to the living room and grab my laptop before I dash back to the bedroom. I don’t even know what to search. My fingers are trembling as I type what happens if you stop birth control midpack and hit enter. I choose the first result since it looks like a medical site. I scan the article reading a lot of things I don’t understand, but then I come upon a heading called “Increased Chance of Pregnancy.” That I can understand, so I read because I’m anxious to see what it says: There is a sudden increase in the risk of pregnancy when you stop the pill midmonth. The hormone levels change quickly by stopping the pill in the middle of the cycle, and this can increase your chances of conceiving. There may be some women who think they are protected for the whole month even if they stop early, but this is not true. You are only covered and protected while taking the pill on a regular, everyday basis.
Fuck! Does Laurelyn know this? Does she understand what missing these pills could mean? I have no way of knowing, and I can’t ask her because she’s not here.
Jim’s been in the States looking for her for five days. He’s phoned daily with updates but that’s not enough now that I know she could be pregnant. I’m dying here; I need him to find her already.
I take my phone from my pocket and dial. “Mr. McLachlan… “
I don’t have the patience to hear anything except that he knows where she is. “Did you find her yet?”
I already know he hasn’t. He would’ve notified me immediately if he had; he has strict instructions to call the moment he has her whereabouts. “No, I’m sorry, Mr. McLachlan. There is no housing in Nashville registered under Addison Donavon, and the one I found this morning wasn’t Laurelyn’s friend.”
“You’re certain? She could be lying.”
“The girl was still in high school and her mother wasn’t happy about me being at their house asking about her daughter. There’s been no new activity on any of Addison’s social networking since she posted the day she left Australia. It’s like she’s dropped off the face of the earth.”
One roadblock after another. We found out a few days ago that Laurelyn had dropped her service with her cellular provider, so our best lead was no lead at all. We don’t know why she did it, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Blake Phillips is the reason behind it. I keep imagining him chasing after Laurelyn now that she’s returned to Nashville, and the thought makes me crazy. I’m back to that place where I want to choke the life out of him.
“So, what’s your plan, Jim?” I really need him to tell me he has a new strategy since finding Addison has proven fruitless.
“I understand you wanted him to be a last resort, but I recommend going to see Blake Phillips. It seems like a waste to run all over California looking for Addison when I have him so close.”
I’m going to be sick if she’s with him. Maybe I wanted him to be a last resort because I’m paralyzed with fear every time I think about her being with him.
I want to see his reaction when Jim questions him about her. I need to read his face and response. “I want you to video your meeting and send it to me immediately.”
Jim doesn’t hesitate. “Absolutely, sir.”
Chapter Five
Laurelyn Prescott
Wow. I’m driving home in a daze because I have a dad and he wants to ruin the man who threatened me. He said Blake Phillips wouldn’t be able to find a job bagging groceries in this town when he’s finished with him. The thought makes me happy, until I remember that he has three little kids depending on him. As much as I’d like to see Blake crawl on his belly like the snake that he is, I can’t live with the guilt of being the reason behind any misfortune for those children. It’s not their fault their dad is a total skeezer. Which is why I asked Jake to do nothing where Blake is concerned.
I park in my usual spot outside the apartment and sit staring at the door. I don’t want to go inside. Being alone for the past couple of weeks hasn’t been good for me. It’s given me too much time to think about how much I miss Jack Henry.
I’m startled out of my trance when I hear Addison’s ringtone. “Waddup,” I cheerfully answer. I hope she can’t tell how phony I am.
“Hey, girl. What are you doing?”
Addison’s called to check on me every day—sometimes twice. She’s been very attentive for… well, for Addison. I’ve never seen her so concerned. I think her feelings for Zac have given her empathy—something I’m not certain she was capable of in the past. “Umm, I just got home from my mom’s.”
“How’d that go?”
I hadn’t had enough time to process Jake Beckett, so it wasn’t something I was ready to discuss, especially over the phone. And Addison is going to have a come-apart when she finds out. “It was fine.”
“What about your meeting with your record pro-doucher?”
I can’t help but laugh every time I hear Addie call Blake a pro-doucher. The name is so fitting. “It went great. He was very cooperative—until he followed me out to my car and basically held me down while he threatened to ruin my career if I didn’t come back to him.”
I hear Addison huff. “Did that fucker hurt you?”
“Nah! You know I’m a tough bird. He scared me a little, but it’s more likely that I’m the one who hurt him. I don’t think he’ll be needing a vasectomy any time soon. I can say with a fair amount of certainty that my knee probably busted his balls.”
Addison cackles. “I’m really glad to hear you racked ‘em good for him, but what does that mean for your career?”
I sigh deeply before I admit where I stand, as if it’ll make it sound better. “It means I’ve lost it all—everything I’ve worked so hard for—and I’ll have to start over. All because I refused to have an affair with a married man.”
“But that’s not fair!” she yells and almost bursts my eardrum. “You can’t walk away with nothing. He should at least have the decency to give you back your songs.”
She didn’t see the fury on his face. “That’s not going to happen, but it’s okay. Really. He can hold my songs hostage if he wants. I still own half so he can’t give them to anyone else. And I have new material that’s way better than any of my old stuff.”
“That’s because all of them are about him.”
I don’t have to ask whom she’s referring to. “They are, but they’re honest and from my heart.”
“Then they’ll go platinum ten times because fans know when it’s real. They’ll get what he means to you. I just wish he would.”
Me too.
“I have good news.” Her words are cheerful but her voice lacks its usual pep. “At least I hope you think it’s good. I’m coming home tomorrow. Cleve has an audition for me and says it’s mandatory that I’m back on Thursday for it.”
Thank goodness. I don’t think I could go on being alone in the apartment. “I’m thrilled you’re coming home, but you don’t sound excited.”
“The audition is with a band and I won’t be lead vocalist.” Not being lead could definitely be a problem for Miss Front and Center. “I’ll have to share it with a dude.”
“Those kinds of bands are doing really well in country right now. It’s sounds like a great opportunity,” I encourage. “Would I know them?”
“Southern Ophelia.”
“Damn, Addie. They’re hot right now. Like, really hot. I can’t believe one of their vocalists walked away in the middle of all that success. That’s crazy.”
“Maybe, but it’s not what I want because it’s not my style. I just don’t see me being happy with sharing the spotlight. You know I love being the center of attention. It sounds like a great gig, but the whole thing is so rushed. Heather quit last week and they’re scheduled to cut an album next month, so it won’t give us long to mesh. After that, we’d be hitting the road for six months to promote the album.”
Addison was no spotlight sharer, but Cleve was right in thinking this was a good move for her. As such, it was my job to encourage her. “Addie, that sounds like exactly the opportunity you need to give your career a huge jumpstart. Cutting an album and going on the road—that’s huge. And who knows? You could love singing with a guy.”
