I'll Be Good to You by Christine Gray

Author:Christine Gray [Gray, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: After Hours Publications
Published: 2019-09-12T04:00:00+00:00

“Of course, a young man such as Johnny watches cartoons,” huffs Tia.

“Ma likes Bleach and One Piece, but I think Naurto is better.”

“Baby, didn’t you say you were sick?” grumbles Tia.

“Yeah,” whispers Brit, dropping her head.

Brit tugs on the sleeves of her sweatshirt. She can barely contain her excitement. Honestly, I don’t want her too. She such an innocent and sweet girl, which are both rare and dangerous.

“I can’t take it being quiet. You can turn on the radio, Brit,” I offer as I nod my head towards the buttons on the console.

“Okay,” she beams.

Tia eyes her daughter when the girl leans into the front to mess with the satellite radio. She switches it on, listens for a second, then goes on to the next channel. Suddenly the smile on my face slips at the sight. I can’t hide the shock that registers on my face. Brit is clueless, but Tia catches me staring.

“I like this song,” she remarks as she places her hand on Brit’s. “Leave it here. You need to sit back, baby before he gets a ticket.”

I know it’s her way of getting Brit to hide her arm from my gaze. I steal a glimpse of the girl as she sits back and begins to sing along to the Fugees, Killing Me Softly. A million questions flood my mind. None that I would dare ask with her here.

“Are you working on any new music?”

Her question pulls me back into the here and now, thankfully.

“Yeah, I am. I had to push back my studio time for the show, but I have something cooking and a few awards shows and specials to close out the year.”

“We have all your records. Actually, Ma has the records. I just have you on my playlist.”

I laugh at her honesty. She has no way of knowing she’s throwing her mother under the bus.

“You look so much better in person than on the TV. Not that you look bad,” Brit reassures me with a touch on my shoulder. “It’s that, you know, some people need all that retouching, lights, and makeup to make them look good, not you though. We thought you looked so good at the Met Gala, didn’t we, Ma?”

Tia shifts in her seat, refusing to comment.

“Thank you,” I chuckle.

“Can I get a picture with you?”

“As soon as we get to the house, yes,” I promise.

“House?”

Tia must be going through by the way she rubs her forehead. “I left my car at his house, one of his houses, the one we’re working at,” she changes her answer to clarify.

I bite my lip. Tia suddenly looks tired to me. I take mercy on her by taking control of the endless chatter on the way to the house.

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