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Chapter 32

You make me wanna scream

When you wrap those lips around me

If this is just a dream

Don’t ever wake me

I want to feel your hands upon me

So if this is just a dream

Don’t ever, don’t ever wake me

She was incredible. Sultry. Seductive. Sexy as fuck. And all mine. Roars of approval erupted when she finished. I was stunned as were our friends. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to stand there and look at her forever. The next song was just as edgy. She was joined by Thyra who traded her drum kit for a piano.

“Wow! Y’all are a great crowd!” she beamed as the second song ended. “I’ve got one more for you. This one I wrote myself so if it’s bad, don’t tell me. Just clap politely and bring me apple pie.” Laughter sounded around the ring. She turned those sparkling green eyes on me and I wanted to melt right into them. “Brock, honey you best be listening because this is for you.” What?!? She wrote a song for me? I couldn’t believe it. Aaron laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. Thyra’s fingers danced across the keys as Amber’s soulful voice carried across the amphitheater.

I was broken when you found me

I had no hope left down inside me

My heart had stopped beating

Until you wrapped me up tight in your arms

You put me back up on top of the world

When you healed me

Ok I’m man enough to admit I was crying. I couldn’t help it. Her song was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard and to think she wrote it just for me. I mean, how do you react to such a gift? You cry. So that’s what I did. I was so deep in love with this woman I couldn’t breathe. She captivated every part of me. I never knew such a powerful thing existed until I met my fire haired fairy. When the security guys lifted her down to the ground, it was right into my waiting arms. I covered her mouth with mine in a hot kiss, driving all my love for her into it and hoping she could feel it.

The spotlight was on us and our faces were plastered on the giant screens surrounding the venue. I didn’t care. Nothing existed outside of the woman in my arms. We were breathless when I broke the kiss. “You are fucking incredible, baby,” I whispered against her lips. She smiled and kissed me again.


Last night had been the best night of my life. I performed onstage with my good friends and received the love of the crowd in spades. My song to Brock hit big time and went viral. I was on cloud nine! I just can’t believe how wonderful my life is! A part of me wants to nibble on my fingernails and wait for the other shoe to drop. But a bigger part of me, the amazing part Brock has pulled out and nurtured, says to enjoy every single second.

Snuggling deeper into his arms, my phone started ringing loudly. I picked it up and it was Mama. And it was early. Mama knew we were out late last night with the band and our friends because she was there. So why was she calling me at the butt crack of dawn?

“Hello,” I rasped. My voice was still funky from sleep. “Maman, q’est que c’est?” (Mama what is it?) I could hear her rapid breathing and could tell something had upset her greatly. I gave her a minute to collect herself.

“I’m sorry, mon petite chou.” She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. I could hear the low murmur of a male voice in the background. “It’s your father.” I forgot all about the man’s voice in the background.

“Mama, tell me that’s not his voice I hear,” I said, sitting up in the bed.

“Hell no, Amber,” she snapped. “Never you mind about that, young lady. The bastard called and is wanting to see you.” What?!? My father, Emil Stone has ignored me most of my life and now he wants to come around? I don’t think so. Brock stirred beside me, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me.

“Well, that’s a shock. Are you all right, Maman?” I was okay with his sudden appearance because I had no desire to get to know him but I was worried about Mama. I didn’t like the anger or the tremor in her voice. “Let’s have coffee together and talk. I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Mama agreed and I hung up. Sighing, I leaned against Brock.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He rubbed my arms and kissed my temple.

“My father is in town and wants to see me.” His movements stilled for a moment, then he was right back to soothing me.

“How do you feel about that?”

“Like I want to commit murder,” I said with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. Brock chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Why is he coming around now? He’s had my whole life to be a part of it but he chose not to be. Now he wants in? I swear, Brock, I wanna strangle him. It doesn’t make any sense.” Brock didn’t say anything. I knew he was thinking of his own absent father. “And he done made my mama cry. That’s what really pisses me off.”

“Well babe, I understand how you feel and I will support you whatever your decision is.” He pulled me onto his lap where I was straddling him. “But,” he said as he kissed the tip of my nose, “I will not let you go alone. I’m going with you. I’ll give you some space but I won’t be far away.” I hugged him tight and buried my head in his neck.

“Nope. You’ll be sitting right next to me. That man ain’t got nothing to say you can’t hear.”

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