“He would be the worst. I wouldn’t move from the couch just to make sure he doesn’t bother me. Make him so bored, he’d leave.”
“I take it back. Not hiring Noah then.”
“Zucchini it is then.” He pulls me back into his side and presses a kiss into my hair.
The cat in question comes over and sits in his lap. I scratch her soft fur as the characters on screen start singing about flying kites.
“You know, if we could karaoke again, I’d probably sing this one,” I say.
“I’d love to hear it,” Jasper says. “Maybe you could sing it when you go out on tour.”
“I don’t know if my fans want to hear me sing about kites…” I trail off.
“Babe, they love you. You could sing your grocery list and they’d be happy.”
I burst out laughing. “Can’t say I’m going to take that advice.”
“Hey, I’m your number one fan. Would I steer you wrong?” He looks affronted.
“In this case? Yes. I think I’ll stick to my songs.”
“Speaking of your songs.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Will I ever get to hear you sing them in person?”
“You have. Multiple times.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “That was before I knew you as Quinn. You were Genevieve then. Not the woman I was in love with.”
“Ouch.”
“You know what I mean. I was pretty much in love with you then, but I didn’t know Genevieve was Quinn.”
“Fair,” I surmise.
“Karaoke doesn’t count because they weren’t your songs. I want to hear you sing for me.”
“Well, maybe not today, but I can make that happen.”
Butterflies swarm in my belly. The thought of performing for him makes me nervous. It’s telling that I was never once nervous to perform in front of Eric. I was more infatuated with him than anything.
Jasper? I know what I have with Jasper is true love. Because there is no one else that I would rather sit on the couch and have a lazy morning with than him. Talking about retiring after twenty years can’t be easy. I love that he trusts me to tell me about his future plans.
“Maybe once you’re back in the studio, I can have a private show.”
“If that happens anytime soon.”
“It will. I have faith that everything will get resolved and you’ll be singing in no time.”
“I’m getting more nervous now that it’s coming up,” I confess.
“I’d be more surprised if you weren’t nervous. But I plan on being there.”
“You do?”
He nods. “Consider it our hard launch. I?—”
“Wait.” I cover his mouth with my hand. “How do you know what a hard launch is?”
“I’m not that old. I know some things.”
