Picture Perfect

you own my cock and your pussy belongs to me. We’re too fucking sexual to have parents in the house, but I don’t want them to think I don’t want them here.”
    He was right- it would be a disaster. In the end I’d told my parents that it was my call to put them at the Mondrian, explaining that Flynn was actually quite unhappy about it. Since technically that was true, I didn’t feel bad telling them that.
    “This thing with the paparazzi and Flynn’s family is still ebbing and flowing, and I don’t want you guys to have to deal with that. Plus the hotel is centrally located and since we’ve rented you a car, you can come and go as you please. Are you okay with that?”
    It didn’t escape my notice that my touchy-feely parents laughed and replied that they were just fine spending each night in a hotel room, alone.
    The first night that my parents and Jess were in town, Flynn had a barbeque catered at his house so that they could meet his family and band mates. The only person who couldn’t make it was Leah because she had the flu, and Flynn was bummed because he had wanted her to meet Tyson. I reminded him that they’d meet just a few days later at the show, and he declared that he felt pretty damn confident that his match-making abilities were going to be “legendary.”
    The whole evening was a smashing success. My parents loved Flynn’s dad and Aunt Sandra, and of course they adored Sylvia and Mason. Everyone got a kick out of hearing about Sylvia’s twitter feed after Flynn erupted in body shaking laughter when he checked his phone and read her most recent tweet. When he could speak, he read it aloud and we all lost it.
    Sausage-fest tonight! Can’t wait. #Yum
    Shrugging her shoulders at us she said, “I plan to exit this life on a joke. They make me happy.”
    Wrapping his arms around her Flynn said, “You regularly embarrass the hell out of me and I love you for it. You know damn well that tomorrow TMZ will have a story with quips about said sausage fest.”
    Laughing aloud, Sylvia nodded. “Of course! How do you think I keep getting so many followers? You aren’t the only one that’s good with an audience.”
    I loved my life, loved the people that had blended into the fabric of my life seamlessly.

Chapter Forty-One

    The barbeque was great. Having all of the important people in our lives together in one place was magical. If things went the way I wanted them to, we were going to be doing this together for the rest of our lives.
    Earlier in the day, under the guise of going to finalize things with the caterer, I’d gone and had lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton. I’d been a nervous wreck, but there was no way I was going forward without following the rules. I was damn shaky when I asked for their permission to ask Tessa to marry me, and then was over the moon ecstatic when they gave their blessing.
    Tomorrow morning while Tessa was with our tour trainer doing kickboxing, I was taking Jess with me to the jeweler to pick out an engagement ring. In a matter of days I’d be down on my bended knee asking the love of my life to marry me, and I couldn’t wait.
    I spent a lot of time during the barbeque watching Delilah and Spencer, taking in their pregnant joy. If Tessa was amenable, we wouldn’t be waiting very long to start our own family.
    My sister had suddenly popped and now had a small baby bump. Spencer pointed this out to everyone as if we were blind, babbling on about how they woke up one morning and her stomach had started to grow. “Hands down one of the best mornings of my life,” he bragged, “because now everyone can tell that my wife is pregnant.”
    Spencer was a sappy son of a bitch, but I liked him a hell of a lot. You couldn’t find fault with the way he worshipped my sister, or the way she worshipped him in return.
    My dad and my grandparents had the perpetual look of people who just found out that they had fairy godparents who were busy granting wishes, and I loved that my sister was giving them something that they so desperately wanted.
    Things with my dad and Sandra had gotten very serious. They’d come out to Dominique and Delilah and admitted that they were dating, much to everyone’s delight. Seeing my father hold hands with a woman complete with a love-struck smile on his face whenever he looked at her made me happier than I can even explain.
    I kept a close but discreet eye on my other sister, Dominique. Again and again I noticed the way that she and