Kady nodded sagely. “That’s what I said. Let Kai play the field and have his honeys. He’ll leave eventually anyway to enlist in the Army like our dad did. If she waits for him to grow up, she can grow up at the same time, and when they come back together, they may both be ready.”
“That’s very good advice,” I told her softly.
She smiled. “I’m good at giving advice.”
I took in her face, which was equally as pretty as Sunshine’s. “What about you? Have you got a boyfriend?”
She shook her head. “I don’t care about boys. I only care about my music.” Her eyes settled on mine, and she asked, “Have you met Taylor Swift?”
“Yeah, at an awards show,” I confirmed. “I wouldn’t call her a friend, and I’m not in her squad, but we say hi when we see each other. She told me she loved “Empty”.”
Kady’s eyes widened. “I can’t wait to pursue my music.”
“What do you play?” I asked.
“Piano and guitar, and I sing, too. Mom and Dad get me private lessons, but they said I’m not allowed to go to LA to pursue my dreams until I finish college.”
“So kill two birds with one stone,” I suggested. “Go to a performing arts college in LA. That way, you can go to auditions and even try your hand at sessionwork to get some experience. I could hook you up with some people.”
She let out a loud squeal and her hands flew to her mouth, and she breathed, “Really?”
I nodded. “This isn’t a nepotism thing, though. I can hook you up, but you have to impress the execs and producers enough to get the gig. I can’t control that. And I agree with your parents that you have to stay in college while you do it.”
“Noah said the same,” Kady explained. “He’s the lead singer of Dischordium. It was Noah and Hendrix who played guitar with me growing up and taught me all the cool stuff.”
“That bodes well,” I assured her. “Noah’s a great guitarist.”
She beamed. “Yeah, and so’s Hendrix.” Her voice dropped. “I think Drix was hoping he could jam with you and the boys, but he’s too embarrassed to ask because he said you probably get hassled all the time, and he doesn’t wanna be a fanboy ‘cause the brothers will rip him a new one.”
“How about everyone with a guitar goes and grabs them, and we can all have a jamming session together when the guys come back from their meeting?”
Her eyes rounded, and she clapped her hands excitedly. “Oh my God! I’ll get Mom to video us. Wait until I show the kids at school!” She leaned in and gave me a one-armed hug. “Thank you so much! I knew you’d be brilliant when they said you were Iceman’s ol’ lady. He’s so cool.”
I laughed at her obvious joy, my heart warming as I took in her happiness. “Yeah,” I agreed. “He is.”
She jerked her thumb toward reception. “Gonna go get my guitar.”
I nodded, smiling after her as she went.
“She feels things,” a voice announced roughly.
I craned my neck to see Kennedy’s husband staring after his daughter. “She’s special,” he went on. “I dunno what it is, but all her life she can feel whatever you feel.”
“Empath,” I stated.
He grinned at me, his eyes catching mine. “Yeah.”
My belly wobbled.
God, he was so fucking handsome.
“It comes with having a poet’s soul,” I told him. “It’s what makes her musical—she feels what most people can only dream of.”
“You sound like you have experience in that,” he stated.
“So do you,” I shot back.
His eyes leveled mine. “Maybe. I’m not a musician, though.”
