"He was crying and Blaire went up to rock him."

"He wants me. It's our time. Tell Grant I said thanks," he told me.

"I will."

Grant.

Harlow came walking outside when I pulled into the driveway. She was still wearing that dress, but her heels were dangling from her fingers. I'd had plans for that dress, and especially those heels. Even if she hadn't meant to, Nan had ruined the evening.

I jumped out of the truck and walked around to open her door as she reached me.

She smiled up at me sweetly. The tired look in her eyes made me want to tuck her close to me and hold her.

"Hey," I said, taking both her hands and putting them around my neck.

"Hey," she replied, resting both her hands on my shoulders.

"I missed you," I told her, lowering my head until I could press my lips to hers. She opened easily for me, and I dove in, tasting her and reminding myself that she was mine. She trusted me.

"I missed you, too," she whispered against my lips.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked, needing reassurance.

"No," she said simply.

"It's time I get you tucked into bed, too. Except I want you naked and wrapped around me," I told her, and picked her up to set her in my truck. "And I want you to wear those heels for me."

She scrunched her nose. "To sleep in?"

"No, I want you in those heels while I bury myself inside you," I informed her.

Both her cheeks flamed red as she flushed and nodded.

That was my girl. She wasn't hurt or mad. I had never been so fucking relieved.

I patted the seat beside me in the truck and Harlow slid over. She leaned against me and let me hold her close. Having her here made everything easier. I pressed a kiss to her head. "Thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"For being so damn perfect for me."

Harlow turned her face to rest on my shoulder. Her breath was warm on my skin, and getting her to her bedroom was becoming a top priority.

"I'm not going to lie. I was upset. I didn't like that you went to Nan's rescue. It was selfish of me, and I hated that I had that ugliness inside. I won't ever react that way again. I don't want to be that way."

She was so damn honest. And she was also wrong. There wasn't an ounce of ugliness in her. I slid my hand over her bare thigh. "Harlow, I don't think you could be selfish and ugly, even if you tried. You reacted that way because you felt possessive of me, and that makes me the luckiest damn man in the world. You should have been upset. Hell, baby, I was upset. I was so damn torn. I didn't want to be there, but Rush needed me."

"And I resented that. So I was selfish."

Laughing, I slid my hand up her thigh. "I tell you what. You can be selfish anytime you want to with me. It turns me the fuck on."

Harlow eased her legs open. "Why?" she breathed as my hand brushed her already-wet panties.

"Because I want to belong to you. I want you to care when I leave. If you would've come after me I would have gladly let you go with me. I can't tell you no."

She moved against my hand and made a soft moaning sound in her throat. "Then fuck me in the truck before we go inside. I need you," she said, throwing her head back and crying out as I slipped a hand inside her panties.

"Looks like I'm gonna get to live out that fantasy with you in this dress after all," I told her and reached for her shoes. "I want these on you first," I told her.

She laughed and slipped them on before crawling into my lap.

When the first alarm went off an hour after Harlow and I lay down to go to bed, I quickly turned it off and started to get out of bed to wake Nan. Harlow's hand reached out and grabbed me and pulled me back down.

"No. I'm doing this," she said and started to get up.

"Stay in bed. I don't want you dealing with this," I argued. Nan was not her problem.

Harlow pushed her long, thick hair out of her face and frowned at me. "You said that it was okay for me to be possessive. Well, I don't like the idea of you going into Nan's room with her in bed and waking her up. You stay here in my bed, and I'll go wake her up," she said.

Smiling, I lay back down. "Okay. Fine. You win," I replied.

She had a point. There was no way in hell I'd let her go in another man's room at night and wake him up to check on him.

She nodded and grabbed my discarded white tuxedo shirt and put it on without bothering to button it; she just held it closed and went out the door.

Little, sweet, sexy woman was going to make sure she checked on Nan while showing her just whose bed I was in. Made me grin. I liked knowing she had some fight in her. With a sister like Nan, she needed it. I hated to think of Nan hurting her in any way.

To think I almost lost this because I was worried about loving her and losing her. The fear of death had gotten its claws in thick. I had Rush and Blaire to thank for showing me that loving someone like this was worth it. I just had to find a way to tell Harlow exactly how I felt. I didn't want to scare her off. The way she was looking at me lately, I wanted to believe she felt the same way.

The bedroom door opened and Harlow rolled her eyes. "She's fine. Bitchy as ever. Said she wanted you to check on her next time," Harlow said before dropping my shirt and crawling back into bed to snuggle up against me.

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"I told her to get over it. I was keeping your sexy ass safely tucked in my bed." Harlow replied as she threw one of her long legs over mine and burrowed into me.

I held her against me and went back to sleep with a smile on my face.

Harlow.

Rush found August. Even if Woods hadn't fired him, he wouldn't have been able to work. Rush managed to break the arm he hit Nan with and told him to leave town. Either Rush had an in with the police department or August had run scared. I'm not sure what exactly happened. I didn't like talking about Nan with Grant.

Nan left town again, which was a normal thing for her, from what everyone said. She would be back when she was over the thing with August. I was just glad to have Grant alone. He seemed more relieved than I was.

The only thing standing between me and Grant now was my secret. The one that I had kept to myself most of my life. The one that made people treat me differently. And the one that kept me from telling him I loved him.

He hadn't said he loved me. Was it fair to love him if I couldn't give him things he deserved? For so long, I had lived without thinking about it because my grandmama hadn't allowed me to use it as a crutch or an excuse. But now . . . I couldn't do this without being honest. Telling Grant the truth was going to be hard. He would either understand or see this as a deception.

If I just had some more time. I didn't want to ruin things. His heart was safe, even if mine wasn't. I glanced back at Grant, who was on the phone with a construction site that we were headed to three hours out of town. He had wanted me to come with him, and I didn't want to be away from him. We hadn't been talking much on the ride because he'd been driving and making notes and talking on the phone to different people. I had even heard him argue with his father. It was a nice look into a different side of his life. He wasn't like the other socialites in Rosemary-he actually had a job. A regular job for a blue-collar company. I liked it.

He finally dropped the phone onto the notebook and looked at me. "I swear, if I'd known they were gonna keep me on the damn phone all day I wouldn't have dragged you out with me."

"I just like being with you," I told him.

His face transformed into a smile and he reached over and laced his fingers through mine. "I love having you with me. Makes everything better."

He loved having me with him. He didn't love me, but he loved having me around. That was new. I couldn't keep the silly grin off my face.

"I'm starving. You ready for some lunch?" he asked, pulling off at the next exit.

"Yes, I'm getting hungry," I admitted.

My phone rang, interrupting me, and I immediately grabbed it. Only two people would be calling me. Dad or Mase.

Dad's name lit up the screen.

"Daddy?" I said into the phone. He rarely called me when he was on tour.

"Hey. I'm headed home. There's a problem with Emmy. I need to be there. And I want you to be prepared. Things are going to blow up once they find you."

Find me? "I don't understand, Daddy. What things are about to blow up? Who's going to find me?"

"Some motherfucker leaked the info about your mom. Some new staff member at the Manor. When she saw me there, she did some digging. When you came to visit, she discovered you're my daughter. I was attacked by the paparazzi in fucking Paris tonight. I'm headed home. I don't want them getting anywhere near your mother. The bitch has been fired and escorted off the property, but the press is covering the Manor. The staff is in a panic. They'll be after you, too."

I had always been kept safe from the paparazzi because I was boring. Now my mother's existence was going to change it all. "What can I do to help, Daddy?" I asked, worried about the man I'd seen protecting the woman in that room as if she were a princess.

"Nothing. Not a fucking thing, sweetheart. Not a fucking thing. I gotta get to your mom. She needs me. I'm sorry, but you're on your own. Just be prepared-they'll find you. It'll all come out. Everything. You understand that, don't you?"

He meant my life. My secrets. My privacy.

"Yes, sir. I know."

"I'm so sorry, baby girl," he said, and the pain in his voice was honest. He really wished I didn't have to face this. But I had to figure this out on my own.

"Only thing I can think of is you can come to the Manor. I can get you a room there and you'll be safe, but they will eventually get the story. Too many people know things. It will all come out. You can hide for a while, and I'll hide you. But it's time you faced this. You aren't my little girl anymore."

He was right. It was time I faced this life. The one I'd hidden from.

"Call me. Let me know how she is and that you're safe when you get there," I told him.

"I will. Nan's story will come out, too. Be ready for that."

"Okay."

He hung up and I stared down at my phone.

"What's wrong?" Grant asked, his gaze on me.

"I . . . they know. The media know."

"Shit," Grant moved the notebook between us and slid over to me. I hadn't even realized we were parked until that moment. "You mean about your mom?"

I nodded. "Yes. My mom. Nan . . . me. They know it all. They'll come looking for me. I won't be hard to find. They already know where Rush lives. He makes the papers randomly when they need some Slacker Demon family stories for the smear papers."

Grant pulled me into his arms and held me against his chest. I had to tell him everything now. I just couldn't form words. "I won't let those fuckers get near you. I swear," he growled, tightening his hold on me.

He didn't know what they were like. This was a breaking story in the music industry. The world's most legendary rock band's lead singer was married to a woman he'd kept a secret from everyone. Even his own daughter for years.

Then there was me. Their miracle child. The child who shouldn't have lived but did. The one who might not live a long life. The one who couldn't have kids or it would kill her. The one who wasn't whole, whose heart never worked properly. The pills I'd taken my entire life. The precautions-it would all come out. And I would be the sick girl. The one everyone looked at as if she wasn't normal. I didn't want that. Not again.

I had lived that life before, and I didn't want it again. I kept my secrets guarded for a reason. And now they were all coming out, and I had no control.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I swear I will protect you. I swear, I will," Grant murmured as silent tears ran down my face. My life was about to completely change.

Grant.

Holy hell. This wasn't something I could fix, and I hated it. Harlow's shoulders silently shook as her tears wet the front of my shirt. Her life was about to be splashed all over the media. And I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Rush had never had to deal with this because the world knew he existed. He made the tabloids at times, but his normal life didn't supply them with the drama they craved.

This would. Harlow would get no peace. I could take her away and hide her. We could get on a plane and leave the damn country. "Let's leave. Get on a plane and hide. We can go to a secluded island somewhere."

She shook her head. "It won't make it go away. They will find me one day and until I face it-" she hiccupped "-they will be after me. I have to face this. And I need to check on my dad. This is going to be so hard on him."

Always worrying about someone else. It was what she did. It was one of the things I loved about her. But right fucking now, I wanted her to think about herself. Kiro was used to the paparazzi. He was used to being in the media and rumors spreading about him. He had kept Harlow out of the limelight and now she was about to be thrown into it.

It wasn't like the world didn't know she existed. They just didn't know that much about her, so they ignored her. She was boring, and Kiro's exploits were a lot more fun.

"Tell me what to do and I'll do it. Just tell me what you need," I told her as my heart felt as if it was being broken with each sob.