Just One Spark (The Kingston Family 4)

He felt lighter, like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders now that the secret he’d kept had come to light and he’d faced down his past.

The spot in front of him was empty, with no barrier blocking his way. He shifted and tore out of the parking lot, hitting the main road and breathing for the first time since entering the facility. And though he hadn’t yet slept and was exhausted, he still had one more important thing to do today.

One that would define the rest of his life. He could crash and sleep later.

He pulled into the driveway of his house and headed inside, finding it empty. The guys were probably in their rooms, out cold. Dash stopped in the kitchen to get a bottle of water, opened it, and chugged half the cold liquid, placing it on the counter.

His doorbell rang, surprising him. He walked to the door and glanced out the side window to see Cassidy standing on the porch. Happy to see her, he opened the door and greeted her with a smile. One she returned but those clouds were still in her eyes. Eyes the color of a rolling field of grass.

She wore a light coating of makeup on her pretty face. Her hair fell around her shoulders, and his fingers itched to tangle in the long strands and tug while he made love to her. And there was that word. The one he hadn’t let fully form in his head … and yet it had made itself known anyway.

Shit. His stomach churned in panic. Ironically, not because of his feelings. She’d saved him a trip to her house to tell her … but she didn’t look like a woman ready to hear his declaration. And he’d never said it before to anyone outside of his family. The thought of baring his soul and having her freak out hadn’t been part of his plan. Not that he’d had much of one to begin with.

“Come on in,” he said.

She stepped into the house and he shut the door behind her. “Good night in the studio?” she asked.

“The best. When I say we gelled…” He shook his head, that high from earlier this morning returning. “It was one of those times where everything fell into place. I can just feel how good this album is going to be.”

A genuine smile graced her lips. “I am so happy to hear that. I’m thrilled. For all of you.”

“Thanks. Me too.” He gestured for her to come inside, and she followed him to the family room. Though he wanted to tell her about Heather, whatever was on her mind was much more important. “Okay, talk to me,” he said as they settled onto the big, comfy couch.

“About what?” she asked.

“Whatever’s going on in that head of yours. I can feel the tension coming from you a mile away.”

She blew out a long stream of air and nodded. “Okay. Yes, I have something to tell you.”

That was never a good start to any conversation, and suddenly his stomach was in total knots.

“I got a call from someone I used to work with when I was at an ad agency, prior to becoming Sasha’s personal assistant,” she said.

He waited because obviously that wasn’t everything.

She twisted her hands together in front of her, her own nerves showing. “He used to work for a documentary company and recently took another job. And he’d like to offer me a position on his team. At Netflix. Or I should say he’d like me to come out and meet his team, and if things go well, he’ll make a formal offer.”

He blinked at her news, unsure what that meant for Sasha, but Netflix was huge, and she deserved any break that came her way. “That’s exciting!” he said, supporting her all the way.

“It’s in LA.”

His thoughts stopped cold. Not to mention his heart. “What?”

Those big eyes met his. “Netflix is located in LA.” She bit down on her lower lip, and for the first time, he had no sexual reaction. Not when his emotions were in a tailspin.

He’d spent the last month showing Cassidy he wasn’t just a changed man but the man for her. And now, as he’d planned to use the L word, she was talking about moving across the country. Or was she?

“Well? What do you think?” she asked.

I think I want you to say fuck the job and stay. But how could he say that when she was looking at a potential career changer with a company that could open all sorts of doors for her in the future?

He drew a steadying breath. “What kind of job?”

“Creative director. The same as the position with Sasha, Xander, and Harrison,” she said, her hands still twisted into knots.

But with Netflix. Neither one of them needed to repeat the name.