Page 100 of One Wrong Step


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“Roz, hi!” I hold out my hand, but they push it away and pull me into a hug. I’m careful not to mess up any part of their costume.

When they pull back, Levor is shaking his head fondly.

“Who’s this cutie?”

Vivian stares at Roz, his mouth open.

I nudge him with my shoulder. “This is Vivian, my—” Stepbrother was on the tip of my tongue, but it’s no longer adequate. “This is my boyfriend.”

They give Vivian a big smile. “It is wonderful to meet you— Wait, I know you!”

“You do?” Vivian asks with a squeak in his voice.

“You’re the guy—” They give me heart eyes. “The one from the video.”

I’d almost forgotten about that.

“Your voice is divine, darling. Did you do your own hair and makeup?”

Vivian nods and then clears his throat. “Yes. I did.”

“He’s also performing today.”

Roz’s face lights up. “That’s wonderful. I can’t wait.”

“Jonah is performing too.”

I give Vivian a betrayed look. I don’t want anyone watching me, which I guess defeats the purpose. He gives me a cheeky grin.

“You two are too cute. Jonah, sweetheart, I didn’t know you could sing until that video.”

“It’s nothing. Vivian’s the star.”

“You’re both talented. Aren’t they, Levor?”

“Indeed. We have that thing, Roz.” He gives them a pointed look.

“Yes. You’re right.” They give us air kisses. “Tootle-loo.”

Once they’re out of sight, Vivian grabs my arm. “Roz called me talented. This is the best day of my life.”

“Great,” I say, to no one in particular. “How am I going to beat that?”

Frankie joins us, and Vivian repeats his statement to his bestie. “You met Roz?”

He gives me a side nod. “Roz is friends with Jonah.”

“Shut up,” Frankie says to Vivian and then smacks my arm. “Let me see the pictures.”

“Why didn’t I get a selfie?” Vivian smacks my arm.

“This is getting old.” I rub my bicep. It doesn’t really hurt, but it’s the principle of the thing. “We can get pictures next time.”

Frankie stares with a wide grin on her face. “Next time?”

I ignore them and sing my song in my head over and over. “What if I forget the words?” I ask them, interrupting whatever squabble they have going.

Vivian smiles patiently. “Is it a country song?”