“No, I’m not. But I’m shutting down my cake shop in Bellevue. With the baby and everything, it’s a pain in the ass to commute back and forth. So, I’m going to start a bakery here, on the island.”
“Oh, that’ll be awesome,” I say. “We don’t have one, and we need it. I bet you could sell pastries to the diner, as well, for people who want a quick bite on the run.”
“There are so many ideas,” Stasia agrees. “I’ll need to hire some people because I travel quite a lot with Kane, but we’ll get it sorted out.”
We turn to Lexi, who widens her eyes. “What?”
“Any announcements?”
“Hell, no. I’m not having babies. I’m writing a book. That’s about it.”
“No babies, ever?” I ask her.
“I don’t think so,” she replies quietly. “Shawn and I have talked about it, and for now, we’re not planning on it. But we love being the cool aunt and uncle.”
“You’re good at it,” I agree. I know that there’s a big age gap between Lexi and my brother, and I wonder if that’s why they’re not going to have children. But it’s none of my business. They’re both very happy together, and that’s all that matters.
“So, babies and orgasms and new businesses,” Maeve says. “I’d say that’s a damn good day.”
“Hear, hear!”
Chapter 7
~Cameron~
I’ve been up for hours, plugging away in my office. It’s been a couple of days since I stayed with Maggie. Since we shared the best damn night of my life.
She’s been working her ass off at night, and I do the same during the day, so we’ve been hit and miss with seeing each other aside from a few minutes at the pub. But I’ll see her later. Maggie’s parents are coming in from Ireland today.
I’m the only one who knows. They wanted to surprise all of their kids with a visit. So, I’ll pick them up from the airport in a few hours and take them to the pub.
I know they’ll be jet-lagged, and they should go to Maeve’s and settle into the little guest apartment above the garage, but they’ll want to go to the pub first.
Because I’ll be gone for most of the day, I had to get ahead with work this morning, and I’m just about all caught up.
Next, I have to call a major superstar. Arguably, the most famous rock star on the planet.
I can’t believe I have Leo Nash’s phone number, but I do, and I want to talk to him about Maggie and her incredible voice.
When I dial his number, it goes to voicemail.
Anastasia warned me that this might happen, so she also gave me his wife’s phone number.
Sam answers on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Sam, this is Cameron Cox. I’m a good friend of Kane’s.”
“Of course. Hi, Cam. How’s it going?”
“Everything is good here, thanks for asking. Hey, I’m trying to reach Leo. I have some questions for him. You aren’t by any chance with him, are you?”
“No, actually. He’s at the studio in the city today, working on a new album. You’re welcome to call him there. If he’s recording, you can leave a message, and he’ll call you right back.”
She rattles off the number to the studio for me, and I commit it to memory.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime. How are all the girls doing? We haven’t done one of our epic girls’ nights in way too long.”
“Everyone is doing very well, as far as I know.”
“Well, I’ll be calling Nat and Jules, and we’ll put together a party soon. Thanks for reminding me that we need to do that.”
I laugh and shake my head. “You ladies and your girls’ events crack me up.”
“Hey, we all work hard. We deserve some time to eat and drink and gossip. It’s what I live for. Go ahead and call the studio. Leo will be there all day.”
“Thanks again, Sam. See you soon.”
We hang up, and I dial the number for the studio. A woman answers immediately.
“Hi, I’d like to speak with Leo, please. This is a friend calling. Cameron Cox.”
“Sorry, we don’t have anyone here by that name.”
She hangs up, and I stare at the phone with a frown. For fuck’s sake.
I call back, and she answers again.
“I believe we were disconnected. I’m a friend of Leo’s, and I’d like to speak with him, please.”
She doesn’t even reply, simply hangs up.
I run my hand through my hair, swear under my breath, and then decide to go to the city early. I have to go over and pick up the parents anyway, so I’ll go an hour before I planned to and swing by the studio on my way.
I text Maggie and let her know that I’ll be off the island for a few hours and then set off toward the ferry.
I’ll handle this in person.