Page 9 of Her Daddies' Everything

Immy should be happy for him. Even though Lauren, his publicist, could be . . . cold? A bit abrupt?

Immy guessed Lauren was just doing her job.

Jenner swung his gaze over to her as he sang. Sometimes, when she couldn’t get to sleep at night, he’d sing to her. Those were her favorite times, when it was just the two of them and no one else.

Why did he have to be a truly lovely, gorgeous, fun guy?

Who was utterly clueless. Sometimes she just felt like . . . like slapping him. Or putting hair removal cream in his shampoo.

But that would rob the world of that luscious hair.

Immy sighed. She knew she sounded like a twit.

Why couldn’t she let go of this obsession? Move on?

She remembered Abe’s words from last night. Maybe Jenner really didn’t see how she felt. Perhaps his time living in the cult had affected his ability to form a relationship.

Or perhaps he was just blind.

Even though she was frustrated as hell with Jenner and his inability to see her, Immy also knew that she had to shoulder some of the blame.

How could he see her, if she wasn’t willing to put herself out there and, well, tell him.

Like Cat said . . . even the most intelligent men could be seriously clueless until you whacked them around the head and made them pay attention.

Problem was, Immy was too scared to tell him.

Jenner hit the final notes of the song.

Then he thanked everyone for coming out.

As he stepped off the stage, his smile hit hers where she waited out the back.

“How did that sound, Twinkles?” he asked with a grin as his band members headed further backstage.

“You were amazing, as usual.”

“Thanks. You going back to the hotel now?”

“Yeah, I thought I would. Are you coming back now?”

“Jenner, we need you in the backstage room,” Lauren called out from a few feet away, looking impatient.

Well, she did until Jenner turned to look at her. She wiped that impatience off her face pretty quickly.

Yeah, Immy didn’t really like her. And Immy liked most people.

“Looks like I have to stick around.”

“Want me to wait for you?” Immy asked.

“No, Twinkles, you head back and rest. You look tired. Make sure you don’t go by yourself, though. Go with Abe, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“Where is he?” Jenner glanced around.

“I’ll find him. Promise.”

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