There are no degrees or certificates hanging on the walls in the hallway of the Amazing Grace recording studio. Rather, only one wall gleams with gold and platinum records from Tyler Records and Amazing Grace, and that makes me smile. I want Ivy’s up there one day. Jack and River have combined the recording aspect of their companies and now Amazing Grace handles production and Tyler Records takes care of distribution. It’s clean and easy and gives Jack a little more free time.
I owed Jack a huge apology for the way I acted the night I found out about Dylan. Jack, in his typical fashion, blew it off as a small blip on the radar and graciously accepted my apology. I took that opportunity to talk to him about the guys, and he said that with the merger of the two companies there were a number of positions that needed to be filled. I wasn’t sure how they’d react or if they’d want to work there—but they did. Garrett and Nix both decided to join River. It’s been great to see the childhood friends who almost launched a band to stardom now helping other bands achieve their dream—pretty awesome if you think about it.
Finishing a call, I tuck my phone in my pocket. I know I have a huge grin on my face as I enter the control room. Ivy’s eyes are closed at the microphone and everyone is silent. Leif is on the keyboard accompanying her. He is staying on with her. I’m not sure he will forever, but he seems happy—for now. Pressing the intercom, I say, “Move your music forward, Ivy. Don’t overthink it.” She peeks over at me and smiles that genuine smile that I love, and I add, “So we can get out of here.” The ease with which we have fallen into sync with each other isn’t hard to believe. We get each other and we get along—we did before and we do now. It’s just that easy.
“I don’t want to jinx it.”
“Baby, no chance of that.” I wink at her.
She’s wearing a tight red blouse that buttons up the middle. It makes her tits look all the more perfect. She’s also wearing a pair of jeans that when she turns around to cue the band, make her ass look amazing. Shifting on my feet, I think, Fuck, when am I going to get this under control?
She and Leif start playing, and concentrates on laying the tracks. He hasn’t made a single sketchy comment to me since that first day in the studio and our ability to work together has been spot-on. This is the first album completely under Ivy’s control and it’s coming together faster than I ever expected. For the past month we’ve lived and breathed the studio day in and day out. Ivy already had the songs written. Dahlia’s designing the cover art and Aerie is working on promoting the album. With any luck it will be ready to launch in six weeks.
Ivy has moved into my grandparents’ place with me, but I want us to have a place that we can call our own. We’ve started looking at houses in my mother’s and River’s neighborhoods and she found one she loves. It’s a restored Mediterranean with a spectacular view of the city. It was built in 1926 for a silent film legend. Ivy thinks it’s a work of art. I was about to buy it when fate stepped in and the people who swooped in and bought it out from under us told me about the house they were selling. I bought it immediately without telling Ivy because I know she’s going to love it. It will be weird moving out of the last place my grandparents lived, but I know they’re smiling over my decision about where to move—a house not only for kids but for grandkids too.
Having Ivy near me, waking up next to her, I’ve never been happier in my life. I didn’t know someone could be this happy. I’m even thinking about my own family now, something I haven’t done in a long time. And my dreams, or my nightmares—I haven’t had a single one since going to the cemetery and visiting my father’s grave. I’ve accepted him for who he was—both his strengths and his weaknesses. I may never understand why he chose to take his own life, but I no longer hate him for it—in the end he did choose us, his family, over music.
I’m in a hurry to wrap up the day, so I call it much earlier than usual. Everyone else leaves and Ivy and I are the last ones at the studio. She packs her guitar in its case and props it against the wall, then meets me outside. Her eyes glitter. “Why are you in such a rush?” she asks.
I pull her out into the alleyway by one hand. The air is cool and there’s a light breeze that blows her hair across her face. I push it aside. “I have something to tell you. . . .”
“What?” she asks, full of excitement.
Lifting her high in the air, I turn her around in slow circles.
“What?” She squirms, pressing herself against my waist and finally I look forward to exploring the incredible attraction that’s been building between us.
“It’s final,” I whisper, my voice hoarse as I trail my tongue down her neck. She quickly wraps her legs around me and I know she can feel how excited I am.
With wide eyes she asks, “The annulment?”
I nod with a huge-ass smile on my face.
In a low, soft voice she cries, “I’m so happy right now!”