My Soul To Keep (Soul Series Book 1) (33 page)

I just knew the first time we saw each other would be awkward. I’d have to convince her that I was right and she was wrong. We’d circle each other warily, and then I’d convince her we should be together. I can’t entertain any other option. We’d end up in her bed savoring all the things we missed about each other the first time we made love on the pool table. But this situation with my dad eliminates the awkwardness. It means so much that even though she needed space, she set that aside when I needed
her
.

“I’m dealing.” I set my hands around her tiny waist. I’ve missed being this close to her for the last week. I lean down and pull her up onto her toes until I lose myself in her one-of-a-kind scent, and my lips brush her ear. “I missed you so damn bad this week.”

She goes still against me, gripping the lapels of my jacket. She nods her head against my chest without looking up. Now isn’t the time for what I want to say. She knows it too. I force myself to focus on what we have to get through before I can dive into Kai and drown for a while. I step away, even though my body misses hers right away.

“Bris, we may have some press on us.” I force myself to look away from Kai and refocus on what we’re dealing with.

“We’ve been pretty careful.” Bristol reaches for the laptop stowed beneath her seat.

“No, we’ve been pretty lucky.” I glance around the empty waiting room. “It’s a miracle no one is in here now, but they could be. I ran into some fans in the cafeteria. They took a picture.”

“Why’d you go in there?” Bristol pushes a frustrated breath past her lips. “Okay, let’s see if there’s anything out there.”

She types for a few seconds, her brows bunching then clearing.

“Let me guess.” She raises and rolls her eyes. “Mrs. Rhyson Gray?”

“That’s her.” I grab Kai’s hand so she doesn’t drift off. “Maybe it’ll be nothing.”

“This already has a hundred retweets.”

“It was five minutes ago. What the hell?”

“That’s an eternity these days.” Bristol pulls out her phone. “I’ll arrange a security detail and get a statement prepared for why you’re at the hospital.”

I scratch the back of my neck.

“Uh . . . I kinda told them my father was sick.”

“Wow, did you give them the house security code too?” Bristol twists her lips into a grimace. “Maybe they’d like to pick through your trash or rustle around in your underwear drawer.”

“I wasn’t thinking.” I sit down, pulling Kai beside me.

“It’s okay. I’ll handle it.” Bristol stands and starts walking away. “I actually prefer a problem I can solve instead of all this waiting.”

As Bristol starts her conversation with the security company we always use, I lean back in the seat, pulling Kai back with me until her head rests on my shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re here.” I look at Grady, who sits across from us. “You too, Grady.”

“Where’s Angela?” Grady looks like he left half of himself in a different time zone.

“Mom will be here soon.”

I haven’t spoken to either of my parents since the Christmas bloodbath. If it hadn’t been for my dad’s heart attack, considering our track record, it probably would have been years before we connected again. I don’t know how it will feel to see her again so soon. Circumstances like these often supersede strife, at least temporarily. Look at Kai and me. I thought I’d have to beg her to even let me into her apartment, and here she is curled up against me. I pull her closer and kiss her hair. She looks up from my shoulder, her wide mouth drawing a sober line on her face.

“How you holding up?” she asks, her voice low. Her fingers lock with mine on her knee.

“I honestly don’t know. I think I’m blocking it. If I let myself think too long about my dad dying . . .” I don’t finish, swallowing the fear scaling the walls of my belly and making its way up my throat. “I was such an asshole at Christmas.”

“From what you told me, you all said things you didn’t mean.”

I shake my head, unable to let myself off that hook.

“I meant every word, Kai. I bet they did too. I just wish I hadn’t
said
them. I wish we didn’t
feel
them, that we’d worked through our shit before something like this happened. What if . . .”

I can’t even voice it. If my dad dies, there’s no second chance. There’s no redemption.

“You know what’s crazy?” The small laugh I manage tastes bitter on my lips. “I had this idea that one day we’d make things right. It’d be years from now. Maybe he’d come to one of my concerts. You know. Come backstage or something, and tell me that he . . .”

I’m not saying it aloud. The weak words that would admit the ten-year-old boy who almost pissed himself the first time he played in front of thousands but did it because Daddy said he could is still inside of me. Waiting,
begging
, for approval from my father that’s never come. That now maybe never will.

“We all want our parents to be proud of us, Rhyson. Even when they’re crappy, sometimes we still want them.” Kai angles her head on my shoulder until her soft, dark eyes plumb mine. “Can I tell you something?”

I nod, lost in the brief respite her company offers. Things don’t feel as bad when she’s close, and I want to handcuff her wrist to mine in case she gets it into her head she should leave me.

“Remember that step you fixed at Christmas?” I can’t even call the little breathy sound that escapes her lips a laugh. It’s too short. Too harsh. “I told you I used to sit on that very step every birthday wondering if my daddy would come home.”

My fingers tighten around hers, sharing the little strength I have left with her.

“And he never did.” Tears pool in her eyes. “No cards, no presents. Nothing after he left. Now, he really
was
an asshole. You were right. I hated that Mama still wanted him and still needed him after he cheated and abandoned her, but on some level, I still wanted him too. It doesn’t make sense, but I can’t change it.”

She rubs her thumb over my hand, soothing me more.

“So I get it. Your dad was awful to you, but you can still love him. Just because he can’t manage your career doesn’t mean he can’t be a father to you some day. That relationship may not look like what I had with my mom, but it can be
something
. You both have to want it, and it’s okay that you still do. ”

How do I tell her I have no frame of reference for that man fathering me? I don’t even remember when we realized I could play the piano the way I can. I was too young, and as soon as they knew, my parents started plotting to capitalize on it. So I don’t ever really remember feeling like anything to them but a meal ticket. Like a business they had to run. Even though Bristol and I have gotten closer since she started managing me, I’m a business to her too.

The only one who has ever felt truly like family is Grady. I glance across the waiting room to see Grady’s head buried in his hands. He always wanted to reconcile with my father. Rescuing me ruined his relationship with his twin brother. I know Grady took Emmy to New York for Christmas as a peace offering, but I don’t know how much peace they made. I’m not the only one wondering if we’ll ever get the chance to be a family again.

I’M NOT SURE WHEN THE SILENCE
we’re all soaking in becomes sleep, but it does. My body finally surrenders to exhaustion, even though my mind wants to remain alert and available for Rhyson as soon as his father is out of surgery.

I blink away the last vestiges of sleep to consider the quiet waiting room. Grady is contorted into a sleeping pretzel on the chair across from us. Bristol is stretched out on a love seat. Rhyson and I lean into each other on the couch we’re sharing, his arm around me and my head on his shoulder.

Waking up in Rhyson’s arms is better this time. I know him differently, intimately now. I’ve wrapped my legs around the curve of his butt as he pushed into me. I’ve taken him into my body, and now I not only know his scent but also his taste. In the last week, my heart has missed him, but my body has been haunted by the pleasure we shared. I can’t lie to myself. I want it again. I want him again.

I lean back, pressing into the waiting room couch so I can get a better look at him. Long lashes rest on his cheeks and his wide mouth is relaxed. I know as soon as he wakes up, all of that will change. Regret and anxiety have been boring a hole in him ever since he got the call about his father. I want him to rest as long as he can. I ease myself out from beneath his arm, careful not to wake him.

“Who are you?”

The quiet question comes from a few feet away. A woman with auburn hair and Rhyson’s eyes stands there calmly considering me. I stand, glancing down to make sure Rhyson is still asleep.

“I-I’m Kai Pearson,” I whisper, moving closer to her so I won’t have to speak any louder. “Rhyson’s friend.”

“Hmmmm.” Just a sound that moves her eyebrows up in disdain or disapproval. I’m not sure which, but it doesn’t feel good, what those rising brows do to me.

“Mother.” Bristol yawns, extending her arms and legs fully. “You made it.”

Angela Gray nods, her eyes softening and warming only a little as she considers her daughter.

“I just spoke with a nurse who assured me your father should be out soon.” Angela walks over to Bristol, gesturing for her to make room on the couch. “He’ll pull through this. I know he will.”

I look for a hint of vulnerability, concern, fear. She shows none of it. She doesn’t reach for Bristol’s hand. There is no hug. No kiss. In a situation like this, my mother would have been smothering me with touches and kisses and assurances. Nothing. The thought of this cold woman raising Rhyson with her own interests in mind sets my teeth on edge. Mama always taught me not to be quick to judge, but I can’t help it. I’m not sure I’ll like her.

“Pep.” Rhyson opens his eyes and looks at the empty space beside him.

“Hey.” I walk back over to sit beside him, pushing his tousled hair back. “I’m glad you slept some.”

“I thought for a second . . .” He gives me a quick shake of his head. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

“Of course I am.” I squeeze his hand on the couch between us. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I feel Angela Gray’s eyes on us like snow, a light but persistent cold flurry. Rhyson must feel it too.

“Mother.” That guard he keeps close slips right into place, falling over his eyes and tightening his mouth. “When did you get here?”

“Just now.” She walks toward us, and Rhyson’s fingers contract around mine. Unreasonably, I want to place myself between them when he stands to receive her hug, forcing him to drop my hand.

“I’m glad you came,” she says.

I wonder why Rhyson merits a hug, but Bristol did not. By the way Bristol’s eyes narrow on them, maybe she wonders too. Or maybe she already knows. Maybe if she could play like Rhyson does, she’d get a hug.

Angela looks down on me, and not just physically, sitting on the couch.

“Kai and I just met.”

Rhyson looks over his shoulder at me, eyes warming.

“Yeah, Kai’s one of Grady’s students and . . .” He hesitates over the next word a second too long, the pause drawing Angela and Bristol’s attention. “A good friend.”

Before Angela has a chance to respond, the doctor walks into the waiting room, pulling down his mask as he approaches. If I thought we all looked haggard, we’ve got nothing on him.

“You’re Benjamin Gray’s family?” His weary eyes fix on Angela when she nods and steps closer.

“Yes, what can you tell us? How is he?” She squares her shoulders and watches him unblinkingly, as if afraid she’ll miss a detail. Even with the red hair, I see her in Bristol and Rhyson. Other than the eyes, it isn’t physical. It’s a subtle similarity I’ll have to observe to understand.

“I’m Dr. Anderson. We performed an emergency coronary bypass,” the doctor says. “It’s open heart surgery, which is why it took so long. I am guardedly pleased, but it’s too early to say for sure what happens next.”

All the Grays around me seem to release a collective breath of relief before diving in with their questions.

“How is he?” Angela demands.

Grady, just now coming fully awake and catching the tail end, inserts himself into the conversation, stepping beside Angela.