“I don’t mean that to be offensive,” Melody rushed to say. “I just . . . I tend to keep to myself, and you seem more . . .”
“Extroverted.” He shrugged a single shoulder. “Yeah. I am.” He waved a hand to indicate the room, the crew who were still captivated by the first
—maybe only—meeting of Beat Dawkins and Melody Gallard. “You might think I’d be into this. Talking, being on camera.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “But it’s always the same questions. Can you sing too? Does your mother ever talk about the breakup?”
“Will there ever be a reunion?” Melody chimed in.
“Nope,” they said at the same exact time—and laughed.
Beat turned serious. “Look, I hope this isn’t out of line, but I notice the way the tabloids treat you. Online and off. It’s . . . different from how they treat me.” Fire scaled the sides of her neck and gripped her ears. Of course he’d seen the cringe-inducing critiques of Melody. They were usually included in articles that profiled him as well. The most recent one had whittled her entire existence down to the line, In the case of Trina Gallard’s daughter, the apple didn’t just fall far from the tree, it’s more of a lemon. “I always wonder if it bothers you. Or if you’re able to blow that bullshit off.”
“Oh, I mean . . .” She laughed too loudly, waved a hand on a floppy wrist. “It’s fine. People expect those gossip sites to be snarky. They’re just doing their job.”
He said nothing. Just watched her with a little wrinkle between his brows.
“I’m lying,” she whisper-blurted. “It bothers me.”
His perfect head tilted ever so slightly to one side. “Okay.” He nodded, as if he’d made an important decision about something. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Nothing.” His gaze ran a lap around her face. “You’re not a lemon, by the way. Not even close.” He squinted but not enough to fully hide the twinkle. “More of a peach.”
She swallowed the dreamy sigh that tried to escape. “Maybe so.
Peaches do have pretty thin skin.”
“Yeah, but they have a tough center.”
Something grew and grew inside Melody. Something she’d never felt before. A kinship, a bond, a connection. She couldn’t come up with a word for it. Only knew that it seemed almost cosmic or preordained. And in that moment, for the first time in her life, she was angry with her mother for her part in breaking up the band. She could have known this boy sooner? Felt
. . . understood sooner?
Someone in a headset approached Beat and tapped his shoulder. “We’d like to get the interview started, if you’re ready?”
Unbelievably, he was still looking at Melody. “Yeah, sure.”
Did he sound disappointed?
“I better go too,” Melody said, holding out her hand for a shake.
Beat studied her hand for several seconds, then gave her a narrow-eyed look—as if to say, Don’t be silly—and pulled her into the hug of a lifetime. The hug. Of a lifetime. In a millisecond, she was warm in the most pleasant, sweat-free way. All the way down to the soles of her feet. Light-headedness swept in. She’d not only been granted the honor of smelling this boy’s perfect neck; he was encouraging her with a palm to the back of her head. He squeezed her close, before brushing his hand down the back of her hair. Just once. But it was the most beautiful sign of affection she’d ever been offered, and it wrote itself messily all over her heart.
“Hey.” He pulled back with a serious expression, taking Melody by the shoulders. “Listen to me, Mel. You live here in New York. I live in LA.
I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but . . . I guess it just feels important, like I need to tell you . . .” He frowned over his own discomposure, which she assumed was rarer than a solar eclipse. “What happened between our mothers has nothing to do with us. Okay? Nothing. If you ever need anything, or maybe you’ve been asked the same question forty million times and can’t take it anymore, just remember that I understand.” He shook his head. “We’ve got this big thing in common, you and me. We have a . . .”
“Bond?” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah.”
She could have wept all over him.
“We do,” he continued, kissing her on the forehead hard and pulling Melody back into the second hug of a lifetime. “I’ll find a way to get you