“You can give it to me later.”
“It’s very relevant today, Magic.”
I tugged my shirt down since I hadn’t even gotten it off before Ian had been into my knickers. God, he was rubbing off on me. I reached in to find a soft T-shirt that I instantly wanted to steal. “What am I…” My hand bumped into something plastic and very familiar. “Oh.”
“I figured you should have her back. Maybe even use it today, yeah?”
“Oh, Ian.” I teared up. It had been a long time since Matilda had been in my hands. “But you don’t have to give her back, she’s ours now.”
He tipped his head and batted his lashes at me. “Aww, our first child.”
I threw my shorts at his head. “Oh my God. Go away.”
His laugh bounced around the rafters. “I love you madly, Magic.”
I shook my head. “I love you too,” I shouted.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I knew you were up there debauching my only sister.” My brother’s disgust was more than apparent.
“Such dirty thoughts, Beckett. I was just waking up the love of my life.” Ian whistled as he left the barn.
“What do you need, Beck?” I called out as I swapped the boxers I slept and painted in for panties and lightweight khaki shorts. I added a bra for posterity and pulled on a Happy Acres T-shirt since I was technically part of the crew tonight. The all hands on deck decree had been given.
I reached for the camera and took a chance that he’d have film. Considering his obsession with my favorite camera, I was happy to find a few packs at the bottom of his bag. Ian didn’t take pictures with her as much as used her for random props for his Instagram.
I climbed down. “What’s so important?”
He grunted. “I’ve got to figure out the lights. You’re the only one who knows about that stuff.”
“Lights? I’m not a technical sort.”
“God, you’re starting to talk like him.”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you expect me to do, Beck?” I pushed him aside and flipped open the top of one of my trunks. “Bingo.”
“What are you doing?”
I held up my camera. “Pictures for the show.”
“Oh. Hayes will be glad to have stuff for the website. But it’s a Polaroid, how… You know what? Never mind. I don’t know how that stuff works, but I’m sure you’ll make it awesome.”
I peered up at him in between stacking cartridges on the floor. “So, you need me to what?”
“Just make sure the stage looks good. The pain in the ass’s band is here and they seem to be taking over. Add in Nick and Simon’s input and I’m about ready to kill everyone.”
I swallowed a laugh. “I’ll be right out.”
“Good. Thanks.” He grunted and went back out to the workmen.
I stuffed the camera and cartridges into a messenger bag, then my phone. Just in case Martha called. I looped it over my head and headed out into the crazy.
People were swarming the little stage. Perry’s bright purple hair was in pigtails and she was excitedly talking to Jazz from Oblivion.
I blinked as Jazz got behind her kit and helped her rearrange her cymbals…hi-hats, maybe? I wasn’t really up on the lingo for drum sets.
Ian was buzzing between everyone with big smiles. He kept scrubbing his palm against his thigh as he listened to Simon and Deacon argue about some large receiver looking thing that had about five dozen plugs coming out of it.
Yeah, I didn’t want to know what was going on there.