quick?”
“What if they only want the song?”
He remembered the song he’d started, and yes, he gave it to Thomas to see what he could do with it when he went off for his qualification for the SEALs. But it was still his song. Could he sell just his song without him being the one to sing it?
“I should be singing it. Those songs I wrote, I intended to sing them myself.”
“Is that how it’s done? So no one ever sells songs to other stars and they become hits?”
He knew she was right. “Fuck no. A lot of stars wrote tons of songs and sold them before they got discovered. But you have to decide whether you’re a singer or a songwriter.”
She placed her palms against his cheeks. “You’re both. And you’re also a SEAL. A father and a husband. But what you aren’t is a traveling country western star playing in bars and spending his time on the road. That you’re not. But being a SEAL, and my husband and Lizzie’s father, you can still write songs. Good songs. Go see if you can sell one or two. Celebrate with Thomas, and then we’ll have a couple of great days before you leave.”
He pulled out one of the kitchen chairs because he needed to find his balance. This was totally unexpected.
“Lizzie, where will we get the money for our tickets?” he said as he sat.
“Our tickets? I thought you said Thomas would pay for your ride. Jameson, you go.” Lizzie grabbed the chair beside him, taking his hand in hers.
“No, I’m not going without you.”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay. You go. That way you can focus on speaking with the execs, give Thomas the pat on the back he’s always wanted from you. It would mean a lot to him. And then you come back home. To me. And I’ll fix you right up. I promise you.”
Chapter 12
‡
J ameson was surprised Kyle agreed to do battle for him, and get permission for the trip to Nashville. He dug out a couple of his “lucky shirts” he’d nearly tossed some time ago before Lizzie had stopped him. They fit him tight, just like before. His SEAL physique was heavy now that they’d had the workup to deployment. But he’d always been in shape when he was performing, just not spending as much time in the gym as now.
He was sad to miss the Saturday beach barbeque with the team families, but was glad Lizzie was going. He said goodbye to his girls at the airport and was on his way., catching the early non-stop flight Thomas had arranged. He promised to let her know when he’d landed safely in Nashville. Thomas had booked him a room at the Millennium House, and he’d left all that information, along with his return flight, with Lizzie.
“Break a leg, Jameson.”
“Honey when we say break a leg, we mean it. So don’t go saying that, okay?”
“Sorry.” She hung her head. Charlotte was clutching her father’s leg. He tipped her chin up toward him and planted a kiss, and sang, “Mm-Mm kisses sweeter than wine…”
She blushed at first, but then kissed him back with all the desperate need in her soul. “Come back to me safe. I want you to have a good time, but keep Thomas out of trouble, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am. Not to worry, Lizzie. I think he’s got his act together, finally.”
“I hope so.” She clutched his paperwork and waited for them to be separated.
“You got my boarding pass?”
She handed the papers back to him, and he pulled out what he needed. “Can’t go very far without this.” He kissed her again. “Sweet dreams, baby. I’m gonna sing to you up there on stage. I know you’ll feel it.”
“I know I will too. I love you, Jameson.”
“Love you too.”
The announcer paged his name as being late for his flight. He gave Charlotte a hug and kiss and ran as fast as his long legs could carry him until he got to the gate. He turned and waved to the two of them standing behind the plastic barrier, just before he entered the gangway. The door slammed loud behind him, making the trip final.
Thomas picked him up at the airport in a brand
“What if they only want the song?”
He remembered the song he’d started, and yes, he gave it to Thomas to see what he could do with it when he went off for his qualification for the SEALs. But it was still his song. Could he sell just his song without him being the one to sing it?
“I should be singing it. Those songs I wrote, I intended to sing them myself.”
“Is that how it’s done? So no one ever sells songs to other stars and they become hits?”
He knew she was right. “Fuck no. A lot of stars wrote tons of songs and sold them before they got discovered. But you have to decide whether you’re a singer or a songwriter.”
She placed her palms against his cheeks. “You’re both. And you’re also a SEAL. A father and a husband. But what you aren’t is a traveling country western star playing in bars and spending his time on the road. That you’re not. But being a SEAL, and my husband and Lizzie’s father, you can still write songs. Good songs. Go see if you can sell one or two. Celebrate with Thomas, and then we’ll have a couple of great days before you leave.”
He pulled out one of the kitchen chairs because he needed to find his balance. This was totally unexpected.
“Lizzie, where will we get the money for our tickets?” he said as he sat.
“Our tickets? I thought you said Thomas would pay for your ride. Jameson, you go.” Lizzie grabbed the chair beside him, taking his hand in hers.
“No, I’m not going without you.”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay. You go. That way you can focus on speaking with the execs, give Thomas the pat on the back he’s always wanted from you. It would mean a lot to him. And then you come back home. To me. And I’ll fix you right up. I promise you.”
Chapter 12
‡
J ameson was surprised Kyle agreed to do battle for him, and get permission for the trip to Nashville. He dug out a couple of his “lucky shirts” he’d nearly tossed some time ago before Lizzie had stopped him. They fit him tight, just like before. His SEAL physique was heavy now that they’d had the workup to deployment. But he’d always been in shape when he was performing, just not spending as much time in the gym as now.
He was sad to miss the Saturday beach barbeque with the team families, but was glad Lizzie was going. He said goodbye to his girls at the airport and was on his way., catching the early non-stop flight Thomas had arranged. He promised to let her know when he’d landed safely in Nashville. Thomas had booked him a room at the Millennium House, and he’d left all that information, along with his return flight, with Lizzie.
“Break a leg, Jameson.”
“Honey when we say break a leg, we mean it. So don’t go saying that, okay?”
“Sorry.” She hung her head. Charlotte was clutching her father’s leg. He tipped her chin up toward him and planted a kiss, and sang, “Mm-Mm kisses sweeter than wine…”
She blushed at first, but then kissed him back with all the desperate need in her soul. “Come back to me safe. I want you to have a good time, but keep Thomas out of trouble, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am. Not to worry, Lizzie. I think he’s got his act together, finally.”
“I hope so.” She clutched his paperwork and waited for them to be separated.
“You got my boarding pass?”
She handed the papers back to him, and he pulled out what he needed. “Can’t go very far without this.” He kissed her again. “Sweet dreams, baby. I’m gonna sing to you up there on stage. I know you’ll feel it.”
“I know I will too. I love you, Jameson.”
“Love you too.”
The announcer paged his name as being late for his flight. He gave Charlotte a hug and kiss and ran as fast as his long legs could carry him until he got to the gate. He turned and waved to the two of them standing behind the plastic barrier, just before he entered the gangway. The door slammed loud behind him, making the trip final.
Thomas picked him up at the airport in a brand
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