JJ sat behind his desk as always on my way out.
“I quit.”
He barely even looked up from his newspaper, just nodded.
I stood there, expecting more. Finally, I left, no longer willing to wait for any more words that may or may not be coming.
When I reached the door, I stopped. He’d said something.
“What did you say?”
He remained bent to his newspaper, but his voice was a little louder.
“Good for you. Go get yours.”
27
~ Leah ~
Has the pie been in the oven for twenty minutes, or thirty?
I panicked. I had never tried baking anything before, but I wanted to do something a little special for Chris to build up to the surprise I had for him. I wanted him in the best mood possible in case he didn’t take it as well as I thought he would.
Of course, I know what would really put him in a good mood.
I tried not to think about him pushing me against the wall and taking my mouth, running his hands down my sides and all over my body. In minutes I overheated. It’s just the oven. It’s making the apartment too hot.
The meal started to come together. The rolls had browned nicely and looked just as the recipe showed them. Even though I hadn’t had the right herbs and had to throw together different ones, the potatoes smelled glorious. The main course—the beef roast—had filled the room with delicious aromas over the course of the last two hours. The only piece I was still worried about was the pie.
It looks about done.
I pulled it out and set it on the rack to cool.
Just as the clock turned seven, the door opened and Chris walked in. He never knocked anymore.
“Holy shit, Leah. That smells delicious.”
“You think so?” It made me happy that he complimented the cooking before he’d even tasted it.
“Hell, yeah. I bet it’ll taste even better.”
I smiled. “You’ve never tasted my cooking before!”
He leaned against the wall and looked me up and down. “You didn’t disappoint the last time I ate something of yours.”
My skin burned so hot that if I looked down I would have been bright red. The throb between my legs at his words left me speechless.
Chris smirked and walked over, standing close so I had to look up at him. “Can I help you with anything?”
I swallowed. I knew if I asked him to get on his knees for me again he would. A couple words and I could have that sweet ecstasy I craved.
“I need you,” I said. He smiled and leaned down but I put a finger on his lips. “To please set the table. And take the rolls over. They’re already in a bowl.”
He growled—my favorite sound—and I laughed.
All the food was ready to go, and between the two of us we had the table set up in a minute.
“When do I get to find out what this surprise is all about?” Chris asked.
I handed him a bottle of Cabernet Merlot and a corkscrew. “Here, make yourself useful and open this.”
He was so sexy when he was miffed. Then again, he was sexy no matter what he did or what his mood. When he looked at me like he didn’t know whether to throttle me or kiss me, my breath caught in my throat the way it did now.
Once he’d poured the glasses, I raised mine and waited for him to do the same.
“Here’s to you.”
“To me?”
“Yes. Here’s to you, and your future as a famous DJ. I got you a gig.”
“You what?”
“Just drink, asshole.”
He barely sipped the wine before he put it down to continue his questions.
“Where the hell do you get off signing me up for something like that?”
I was still swishing the red around my mouth, savoring the taste. It was a good wine.
“Well?”
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t think you’ll get big if absolutely no one hears you play a set, do you? I mean, Kevin and them think you’re great, I know I do, but we don’t buy millions of records. You need to get discovered.”
He shook his head. “This could not have come at a worse possible time. I just lost my laptop, and I only have my older stuff. Back then I thought it was the shit, but I know better now. I’ve grown so much, but I don’t have the music to show that off. I’d rather not play a gig than have to play mediocre stuff.”
“You also just quit your job, remember?” I retorted. “You need cash, and this is a paying gig. Pays well, too. It took a lot of time and effort and the help of Kevin and Liana and Sean to get this to go. You can’t bail now, otherwise you’ll make all of us look like shit.”
I’d known he would be surprised. I’d had an idea he wouldn’t like it at first. It was a huge step for him.
I leaned forward and took his hand. “Look, I know how you’re feeling. The first time I’d performed in an actual play with more than Dad and Steph for an audience, I was scared shitless. Literally. I was nine years old, and I crapped myself on stage I was so nervous.”
That surprised a laugh out of him so quickly his expression didn’t even have a chance to change. “Seriously?”
“I swear to God. You can ask Dad.” It had taken a long time to get over the embarrassment. I didn’t act again for an entire year after the pooping incident. I wouldn’t tell Chris that though, it would ruin the point I wanted to make. “You know what I did after I shit myself?”
He shook his head, mouth open, entranced by the story.
“I finished my lines. I knew what had happened, but I still said my lines, sang a little song, and danced off stage. Because when you’re passionate about something, you see it through to the end.”
“Wow, Leah,” Chris said. “You were one crazy kid.”
“I was,” I acknowledged. “But we aren’t kids anymore. I know your music is good, and I have faith in you. You’ll keep your cool at the gig and do great. And you never know what other opportunities might come out of this.”
He sighed. “I guess I had to start somewhere. What’s the gig? I’m guessing it must be small to take someone who’s never performed before. That’s for the best.”
I grinned. “Well, due to creative storytelling, they don’t know that you haven’t DJed an event. And it’s not that small.”
“Leah,” he said, “what have you gotten me into?”
This was the real surprise. I still didn’t know how he was going to react, but I had an idea it wasn’t going to start off well.
“It’s just a faculty party, not that big of a deal.”
He eyed me suspiciously, so I took a sip of wine and tried to act nonchalant.
“And when is it?”
“Two weeks and a bit. Plenty of time to give your older stuff a refresh and make some new tracks.” It wasn’t, really, but if he worked day and night on it then he could pull something together.
“And how many people will be there?”
“Um, aboutthreethousand,” I said into my wine glass.
He glared. “Leah. How many people?”
“It’s just a few people, Chris, honest. And three thousand of their closest friends.”
“Christ, Leah! What the hell!” He stared, and his mouth worked like he wanted to chew me out more but wasn’t able to formulate the words.
“Okay, now don’t do that on stage,” I said. “That won’t be very impressive.”
He growled, low and menacing.
Why does that sound travel straight to my crotch?
“I’ll pay you back for this. I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I’ll pay you back for this.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. His mock threats didn’t worry me. “How about you say ‘thank you’, first?”
There was that look again. The throttle-or-kiss one.
“Thank you. Seriously, Leah, this is overwhelming, but I know it’s something I’ve got to do.”
“I know,” I said. “Pie?”
28
; ~ Chris ~
“Okay, Kevin, play that part again, except can you make the sounds a little crisper? I want this to be haunting when it harmonizes with Liana’s voice.”
I hit the record toggle and leaned back as Kevin sat in the booth and played the piece over again with his violin. As he went, I could already hear the finished song in my mind: the way the bass would emphasis the right parts, the way I would mix in Liana’s vocals and the other sounds I’d created for the track.
“Perfect. Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”
My time was almost up in the booth, so I gathered everything and met the others in the hall.
“That was a good session, everyone, thanks for sacrificing your afternoons for me. There’s still time to make one more song before the party and I want to nail it.”
“You did well in there,” Liana said, touching my arm. Her hand lingered on my bicep. “I’m impressed with how you’ve come along. You’ve been working so hard the last two weeks.”
The guys left, on to practice for their next round of exams.
“I haven’t had much choice,” I said. “Leah sprang this on me two weeks ago, right after my laptop got smashed at work. And then I quit because of that. This is all I have, and I need to ace it. Every waking hour has been dedicated to creating music. It’s like I’m constantly on a high.”
Liana leaned in. Close. “It’s very passionate. And very sexy. I’d like to come over to your place to listen to the finished tracks sometime.” She leaned in until her lips were right next to my ear, and she whispered, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I didn’t know how to respond, but she bailed me out by walking away with an extra bit of a lift to her hips as they sashayed back and forth.
“Holy shit,” I muttered as I watched her go.
Liana was a girl I would have been ecstatic to pull back before I hooked up with Leah. Tall, blonde, with proportions that wouldn’t have been out of place on a Barbie doll, and she was a cool person, to boot. We’d spent a lot of time together since she started doing vocals for me, and apparently it was enough to make her want me, even though I hadn’t been shooting for that.
Well, that might complicate things.
I’d have to figure out a way to let her down easy. After all, I didn’t want to lose her as a vocalist—she was dynamite, and her voice created masterpieces out of what were merely decent songs without her.
Maybe I shouldn’t turn her away.
The cat and mouse game with Leah was months old, and still no different than the first week after we’d met and had sex. She still danced around with David, and I had no one. We both knew it would go nowhere. How could it? We were stepsiblings.
Maybe being with Liana wouldn’t be that big of a deal. There wasn’t much Leah could say about it—she had pushed me away more times than a teenage prom date.
The whole thing could wait. There was only one more day until the event, and I didn’t feel prepared at all.
Kevin had shown me around campus, including the recording booths that the students could sign out for personal use. It was easy to pretend to be a student. All I had to do was wear a shirt that covered my tattoos and put on preppier clothing and it dropped a few years from my appearance.
Instead of going home to work on the track, I went to a café nearby that Leah had shown me. It had taken a few days after quitting before I’d gone stir crazy, unable to take the same surroundings any longer. It sapped my productivity, and I needed exposure to other people even if I didn’t choose to talk to anyone.
Time passed in a haze of notes and melodies and bass lines. A comet could have exploded outside and it wouldn’t have stopped me unless it upended the table.
Even a tap on the shoulder wasn’t enough to break me from my trance. My mind registered it and discarded it as an unnecessary distraction until someone pulled my headphones off.
“Hey!” I looked around.
Leah plopped into the chair opposite me. “Something told me I’d find you here.”
She pulled her feet up onto the chair and wrapped her arms around her legs as she balanced her coffee cup on her knees. It was beyond cute.
“I do my best work here,” I said.
I extended my neck upward and groaned as the vertebrae cracked and the muscles cried out in pain.
“How long have you been sitting there like that?” Leah asked. She bounced out of the chair and walked around behind me.
She settled her hands on my shoulders and started to knead. There was nothing soft and easy about her shoulder rubs—they got right to the point.
“Damn, that feels good,” I said, caught in a mixture of pain and pleasure from the release of sore muscles as she worked on the knots that had built in my shoulders. “You can keep right on doing that forever.”
“Is that your latest song?” she asked, looking over my shoulder. There were countless parallel strips across the screen, each one showing the notes that a particular sound played.
“Yeah, want to listen? I think it’s one of my better ones. Kevin’s violin meshes perfectly with Liana’s voice. It gives me goosebumps every time I hear it, and I put the damn thing together.”
I passed back the headphones and waited for her to put them on before I hit play. Thankfully, her hands came back down to my shoulders once they were free.
I couldn’t hear the music, but I knew the song intimately well by this point. I could feel her moving behind me, swaying from side to side in time with the beat. Her fingers even changed their pattern, moving to the pace of the song.
It’s amazing how people will change what they are doing to line up with music, and they don’t even realize it’s happening.
I saw it happen all the time. Just that morning I walked behind a businessman in a suit while on my way to the campus, and we passed by a tattoo parlor that played AC/DC. The man’s steps changed so he walked in time with the music, marching to the beat of a drummer.
“Wow,” Leah said as the song rolled to a close and she took the headphones off. “That was fantastic, Chris! Is it done yet?”
I hesitated. I could just call it quits on the song and have it be one of the better tracks I’d ever created. But I knew it could be even better.
“No. No, I still have polishing to do on this. There’s something Sean showed me the other day I want to try to put in. I think it will take it over the top. I might save it to be my killer song of the night tomorrow.” Sean’s suggestion had only just come to me, but it felt right.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?”
That was the million-dollar question. Tomorrow could be the start of a career doing what I loved. Or it could prove that I was better off moving out to the country and begging Jerry to get me that boring office job.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
29
~ Leah ~
“Are you ready?”
It was an eerie echo of the café from the night before. Chris stood in the DJ booth set up on a stage next to the enormous dance floor. Tables groaned under massive turntables that had rows of glowing toggles and laptops loaded with music and everything he needed.
“I think so,” he said. “Don’t get a chance to do the more live-type stuff, but I’ve been taking a cue from you and practicing my ass off.”
I laughed. Rehearsing was my answer to everything, and Chris knew it. “It’s a proven phenomenon, the more you practice doing something the better you get and the more comfortable you’ll be doing it in front of other people.”
“Three thousand people,” Chris corrected. “And a lot of them are in music programs and will spot a phony up here telling them to get pumped.”
“You’ll be fine. You know your music is good. And you can always just play stuff from the famous DJs and throw a little spin on it. That’s what everyone else does.”
His eyes blazed. He didn’t want to be like everyone else. He wanted to be better.
That was the passion I loved in him.
I skipped around the ta
ble to give him a hug. “Knock ‘em dead, stepbro.”
“Is that what we’re doing now? Calling each other stepbro and stepsis?”
“Oh, shut up, it slipped out. I’m meeting up with Tyra. You’ll be fine?”
He shrugged. “I’m an adult. I’ll survive. Go see your friends.”
It was still early; beyond the organizing committee for the event, only a few early birds had shown up and wandered around looking lost. The only reason I’d come was to check in with Chris.
In fact, if he hadn’t been playing the gig, I wouldn’t have come at all. The play’s opening night was in a week, and I itched to be rehearsing. Never mind I could recite all the lines backwards and forwards in my sleep for all the characters in the entire masterpiece—it was wrong to take a night off so close to a performance.
“Leah!” Tyra called from the bar when I walked in. She had found the alcohol already. One benefit of being third-year students—we were old enough to drink. Not that we hadn’t found ways when we were younger, but it was liberating to just walk up to any bar and order something.
“Hey, girl, how are you?” I gave her a hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“That’s because it’s been forever, biatch,” Tyra said. “You got all wound up in your play and your stepbrother and I’ve been left all on my lonesome hunting for dick. You know how sad that is?”
As usual, she had me laughing as soon as she spoke. “Tyra, something tells me that being alone at the bar doesn’t hinder your ability to reel in penis. I think you’d do better when you don’t have to worry about me tagging along.”
She winked. “Well, I had to try to make you feel bad about it. Where is he, anyway? Is it true I’ll finally hear that music you promised me? It’s been months and I still haven’t gotten laid to the sounds of your stepbrother’s handiwork.”
“It’s even better than it was before,” I said. “He’s gotten in with Kevin and that gang and even has Liana singing for him.”
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