Finding My Forever (Beaumont 3)

“Yesterday, after I finished talking to you and then my mum. I remembered that you mentioned it in Bora Bora and I thought, what can I do to drive my missus crazy? I’m hoping this is it.”

“I love it and I love you, Jimmy.”

“I love you, Jenna and I love our daughter. I want to give you the world. I know we got married quickly, but I feel like I’ve known you my entire life. And the way you were so obviously checking me out back there… I can’t wait to get you onto the bus and have my wicked way with you.”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head at him. “You’re so rotten.”

“But you love me.”

That I do.

“STAND right here. You’ll be able to see Harrison and Liam, but I’m on the other side so you’ll only be able to stare at my arse.”

“Jimmy,” I say, hitting his shoulder.

“What?” He leans in. “Do you remember digging your nails into it earlier today telling me to take you harder and faster?”

No, I don’t need that reminder. The reenactment is playing like a dirty porn clip over and over again. Reuniting with him was everything I wanted it to be and more.

“Yes I remember.”

“We remember too, Romeo,” Liam says as he passes by. I stifle a laugh, as Jimmy turns red. I never thought I’d see the day where Jimmy Davis blushes from embarrassment, but now I have. My worst fear came true when we got to the bus. Harrison, Liam and Tyler were all there. They all snickered when Jimmy pulled me down the aisle and into his room. When we came out, Liam mimicked Jimmy, complete with a British accent.

“Fuck off, mate,” Jimmy says as he pulls me closer.

“Time to go on,” Harrison says, stopping next to me. He leans down and kisses me on the cheek. “It’s really too bad you couldn’t bring Katelyn. Maybe you ladies need to alternate weeks so we can get some service up in this piece.”

“I’ll tell her when I get back.” Harrison winks and walks away. I lean into Jimmy and kiss him.

“Good luck and have fun.”

“I will now that I know you’re waiting for me.” He kisses me before taking the stage. Jimmy stands next to his keyboard. On one side is his guitar. He hasn’t said much about his father, but I know who he is. Everyone does. I’m assuming he’s learned to play these instruments from his dad, although I can’t be sure. Some people are musically inclined. They’re gifted.

The music starts and the crowd erupts. You’d think they’ve all just woken from a winter’s slumber with how quiet they were, but now the noise level is deafening.

I look over at the guys and take in their presence. This is my first time seeing them on stage like this. It’s magical. No wonder we’ve all fallen for rock stars. They command the stage, even Jimmy, who is simply playing the piano. He owns it. It’s part of him. My eyes wander to Harrison. I’ve listened to Katelyn describe what it’s like to watch Harrison, but to actually see it. To feel the drumbeat rise from the floor and wash over your body is indescribable.

Liam walks over to me and plays his guitar for me. The crowd, somehow, becomes louder. He winks and walks back to the microphone to sing. I start to sway, moving to the music while watching Jimmy. He switches from the piano to the guitar to the harmonica.

When the familiar sounds of Little One’s song starts, my hand immediately goes to her. She pushes against me. I push back, letting her know that yes, it’s her daddy, and he’s about to play it for her.

Hearing Liam sing the song that Jimmy sings for our daughter is different, but I like it. His voice is perfect and it’s clear why he’s the singer. I still prefer Jimmy’s voice, but hearing Liam takes it to a whole new level.

I look out into the crowd. There are mostly women and a few men, no doubt brought by their significant others. That seems a bit awkward, these women yelling everything they can think to get the guys’ attention and their men just standing by aimlessly. Unless of course they like 4225 West then it’s not strange at all.

As I scan the first few rows, smiling as I do, my gaze lands on him, the man from the airport. He hasn’t bothered to change. He’s still wearing the same hat and trench coat. I close my eyes and shake out the cobwebs. I’m just tired. I’m seeing things. But when I open them, he’s still there, staring at the stage. I try to follow his line of vis

ion, but can’t. He’s either focused on Liam or Jimmy.

It’s Jimmy who he’s staring at. Why? Why was this man following me in the airport and now boring down on my husband?

Damien!

I try to inch closer, but the bodyguard stops me. I’m not to come out on stage. I’m to stay behind the curtain for my own safety. But I need to see. I need to know. Is Damien here? How did he find me in the airport and how the hell did he make it to the front of the stage without being noticed?

The anxiety I had earlier is now back in droves. My palms itch and my skin feels like there’s a thousand needles trying to get in or out, it doesn’t matter. It’s driving me nuts.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Davis?” the bodyguard asks. I look down and see my nails digging into my arms. Damien’s here. He’s wearing a trench coat to a rock concert. Who does that?