Again, that uncomfortable feeling settled around me. When did Chelsey get all soft and girly? Aside from ballet, she’d been the toughest chick in the neighborhood growing up, doing all the tomboy stuff that the prim and proper girls hated—skateboarding with me and Matt, throwing out curses and insults that would get us whooped if our parents heard us, and snaring every rodent, reptile, or arachnid we could find. Aside from the budding boobs and pointe shoes, she’d practically been a guy. In fact, I think she still held the record for farthest loogey launched.
Guess marriage and kids had softened her some. Oh well, she was still my favorite sibling, and I hated the thought of stuff being hard for her while Dustin was gone being a hero. She didn’t have to be alone. “Hey, just to let you know, my place is plenty big enough for you and the girls. Stay as long as you like.” Anna was going to kill me for weaseling out of our negotiation, but surely she more meant my parents and my brother. Chelsey was different, and Anna would be cool with it once she got to know her.
With a soft smile, Chelsey nodded. “Thanks, Griffin. That means a lot to me.” After she said it, she walked over and knuckle punched me in the arm. It stung like a bitch, but I laughed as I flipped her off. Guess she hadn’t softened as much as I’d thought.
After a couple of hours, everyone was all settled in and Mom was making dinner. Anna was still smiling, so I had to believe she was pleased with having my family around. So far, at least. Dawn and Della were keeping Gibson entertained while Mom worked on her to-die-for spaghetti sauce. My stomach was already growling, and I knew it wouldn’t be done for another couple hours. Can’t rush perfection.
Anna was trying to help Mom, but Mom just made her sit down whenever she tried. Mom’s hair was still the perfect shade of blonde, and she kept it in a short, sensible style that required little fuss or muss. If we were at home, Mom would have a cigarette in her mouth while she worked, but she was being respectful of our house and keeping her vice to brief visits outside. Smoking was the one thing Mom had been an absolute hypocrite about growing up; she’d constantly forbid us to pick up the “nasty habit,” as she called it. When I was eleven, she’d caught me with one of hers. Instead of grounding me, or giving me a slap on the wrist or something, she’d made me smoke it, plus the rest of the pack, and then another pack after that. I’d never been so sick in all my life. Even now, cigarettes made me nauseous.
I was having a beer with Dad and Liam, and Liam was filling us in on a commercial audition that he was sure he’d nailed for a high-end watch company. He really wanted to get the job; he’d heard that he’d get to make out with a model in it.
In my distracted state of homelife bliss, I did something out of habit that I’d been purposely avoiding doing for a while: I answered the phone when it rang. “Griffin? You are alive. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”
Hearing Matt’s voice on the other end made me clench my jaw. I wasn’t ready to talk to him yet, but it was too late now. With a shrug he couldn’t see, I told him, “My family is in town. I’ve been busy with them.” It was only a partial lie. True, they’d just gotten here a few hours ago, but I was busy with them.
Matt’s voice instantly changed. “Oh, okay. Well, tell them hi for me, and we’ll catch up soon.”
Great. He was going to want to come over now. “Yep. Will do. Thanks for calling.”
I was about to hang up, but Matt quickly said, “Wait! I wanted to talk to you about rehearsals. We want to get together as soon as possible and start on the next album.”
Now I knew I should have been all gung ho about work to impress both Matt and Kellan, but we’d just fucking gotten home. I needed a few weeks off. And fuck them if they didn’t understand that. When I responded to Matt, my voice came out in a whine. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to deal with him, but I couldn’t help the reaction. “We just finished one. Let’s take a break. Relax.”
The firm, no-nonsense Matt answered me. “We can’t, Griffin. This business is competitive, we have to continuously release new stuff to stay relevant. We need to keep pushing the envelope.”
Irritation ripped up my spine so fast, the hair stood up on my arms. Push the envelope, stay fresh? That was the same shit I’d been saying on tour, when I’d tried to get them to give me five seconds in the sun. Hadn’t meant a damn to them then, so why should it now? “You were fine sticking to the same ole on tour. What’s it matter now?”
My voice echoed my mood, and Matt let out that damn impatient sigh that everyone around me seemed to have mastered. “Griffin…” Just the condescending way he said my name set me off. I wasn’t three, and he wasn’t my dad.