Page 6 of Sing Your Secrets

“You know what I think?”

“What?” she asks through a mouthful.

“You should tell Law you’re not ready to have a baby.”

“I’ll talk to him when I figure out what I want. In the meantime,” she says as she pats the robe resting on the back of her chair, “I’ve got my tactics.”

Didn’t need to know that.“Okay, well, I am ready to be useful. I’m going to check out the building and make some calls but first, I really need a shower.” I glance over the kitchen island to the foyer, where the grand staircase leads upstairs to two extra guest bedrooms that Law and Sienna definitely don’t use. “Which bathroom can I borrow?”

“I’m seriously going to stab you with a fork before this is all over. Borrow? Stop being weird, Miles. This is your home as long as you need it to be. I made up the entire basement for you so you can have some privacy. It’s fourteen hundred square feet down there, one bedroom, a private bathroom, a powder room, and a pretty generous living room. It’s much nicer than that rat hole you called an apartment in L.A.”

“I told you to get a hotel when you came to visit—”

She holds up her hand. “Regardless, as long as none of your parade of skanks crosses the threshold of my home—mi casa es su casa.”

“Roger that,” I say, saluting her. “And Sienna?”

“Yes?”

“Jokes aside, thank you. I am not great at asking for help and I know my inability to express my need for help is why you insisted. I appreciate it more than you know.”

She winks. “The male ego is a fragile thing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I say sliding the keys off the counter and heading to the basement. It’s the same setup I had in my parent’s home when I was nineteen. The baby of the family, I had the basement to myself when my brothers left for college. Had I run to my parents after my money ran out in L.A., they would’ve offered me my old setup, I’m sure. But I chose Sienna because it’s slightly less emasculating to run home to my cousin instead of my parents at my age. But there’s no escaping the painfully embarrassing reality. No matter how I look at it, no matter where I’m sleeping, it’s been five years since I left Denver to become a big deal.

And here I am…

Right back where I started.

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