Billionaire Beast

“Yeah, me, too,” Jeremiah agreed with a shrug. “I want to do some real traveling, not the kind followed by having to do gigs every night. You know, like those guys on TV who go to the craziest places on earth. See the world before I’m too old to get out of the chair.”

“Man, I’ve been wanting to focus on writing more,” Jay added. “Having the tour be a success just puts me in a better position to do that.”

“So, you’re not all disappointed?” I asked, surprised by their responses. I had been expecting some resistance and maybe even a little resentment at least. We had poured our heart and souls into this tour—it had been a year in the making with a lot riding on its success. And a great success it had been. Naturally, I had assumed they would all want to press on and continue riding the wave of that high.

They all looked around at each other and then shook their heads, Talon giving me a grin. “Nah, man, it's been real, it's been amazing, but for now, we're good. I mean, shit, it was only a matter of time, anyway. We're all getting older. It’s time to move on to greener pastures, even though where we are right now is pretty damn comfy.

“I've been thinking of spending a year or two in Europe, actually. Maybe I’ll play some jazz. I'd like to explore the scene there and just have a bit of a change in my life. You know, see a new place, meet new people, play a different kind of music.”

“That sounds really cool, Talon,” Jeremiah remarked.

“Well, I guess that’s it then,” I announced, standing. “You’re all more than welcome to use the studio whenever you want if you want to record anything new. My studio is your studio, and you guys all know that. I've always got time for you guys, always. We're brothers, through and through, and we always will be, whether Bleeding Heart is going or not.”

Talon shot me a knowing look. “Brothers or not, before I drop by the house, I’ll make sure to call first.”

I grinned. “You do that.”

After saying our goodbyes and making plans to get together for a cookout, I walked them out to their cars and then headed back downstairs where I had left Nalia playing the piano earlier. I had asked her to come with me when I talked to the guys, but she’d refused, insisting that it should just be between them and me. I hated to admit she was right, but she had been on point about that.

Pausing in the doorway, I watched her tinker with the keys, her hands drifting over them. No matter how many times I looked at her, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. My heart almost seized in my chest as I thought about how close I had come to losing her. I’d been an idiot to ever think I could live without her. As impossible as I’d once thought it was, I’d become utterly grateful for every day I spent with her. And, I had never been much of a religious man, but when I held her, I knew there clearly had to be a God.

She looked up from playing, and our eyes met, a loving smile spreading across her face. “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” I replied, smiling as I stepped into the room. “What are you doing there?”

She pointed to the half-written song in front of her. “Writing and playing. It’s kind of my life now, you know.”

I walked over and took a seat next to her, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “I thought I was your life.”

She laughed and patted my knee. “Now, what would give you that idea?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I do, I do. I was just teasing you,” I said with a warm smile.

She leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek.

I sighed and hugged her tightly, and then turned to look at the music. “Are you stuck?”

“Yeah, feeling pretty hopeless about it, actually,” she admitted.

I read the notes, my hands moving over the keys as I did. In terms of piano playing, I wasn’t even close to her level, but I could still play enough to write music, and as I looked over what she had already done, an idea popped into my head. “What about this?” I suggested.

She listened intently, cocking her head to the side as I hummed a few bars, writing down the notes on the sheet. When I was finished she looked at the notes, playing them back on the piano a thousand times better than I had.

“That’s brilliant!” she exclaimed. “It's just what I was looking for, but couldn't quite find.”

“I still have a little somethin’ left to offer.”

“You have a lot left to offer, and you know it,” she nudged me.

“You know I love you, right?”

Her expression melted as she leaned against my shoulder, the smell of her shampoo tickling my nose. “I love you, too. I hope we stay this happy until we are old and gray.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist, feeling somewhat funny about the whole getting old thing. “I hope you love me that long,” I whispered under my breath.

“I will love you until the end of time.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”