Hold Me (Fool's Gold #16)(43)

Shelby pressed her lips together. “You and Miles aren’t involved, are you?”

“No. We’re friends. He’s not...” Destiny remembered her encounter with Miles and Kipling a couple of weeks ago. “Are you seeing him?”

“We’ve been out a couple of times.” Shelby sounded both pleased and defensive. “He’s nice.”

“He’s also seeing other women. Miles isn’t into relationships. He likes the ladies. A lot.” Because not everyone was interested in her sensible plan, she thought. They wanted to feel the rush and have sex, and then they got their hearts broken. Something she knew would never happen to her. Because she was thinking with her head and not her hormones.

“You think he’s dating someone in town?”

“I know he went out with Madeline a few days ago. Drinks, I think.”

Shelby’s happy expression faded. “Oh, I didn’t know that. She’s so fun and pretty.”

“You’re both adorable,” Destiny said firmly. “And neither of you is the problem. Look, I like Miles. He’s not a bad person. But when it comes to women, he’s also not going to give you more than a quick good time. So if that’s what you want, go for it. If you’re looking for more, he’s not the one.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Destiny waved and left. As she walked home, she wondered if Shelby would listen. Or if she would think she could change Miles. That somehow with her, things would be different.

Destiny had seen that happen again and again. With her father, especially. Women knew his track record, but they always thought that things would be different with them, that he would change. And he never did.

She, on the other hand, saw things clearly. Rationally. She might be missing a few highs, but if the price of that was avoiding the lows, then she was all-in.

CHAPTER NINE

“I DON’T KNOW,” Starr said as they left the bleachers by the lake. “They were good and all...”

Destiny linked arms with her sister. “Oh, I so understand what you’re trying not to say. It was a great performance, but just a little strange.”

Starr laughed. “Right. Because they’re, like, you know, old.”

Destiny would guess that to a fifteen-year-old, a group of women over the age of sixty would be more ancient than just old.

X-treme Waterski Fest had started the previous day and would continue through tomorrow. There were various demonstrations, competitions and even a place on the lake where you could take lessons. She and Starr had just watched the famous Don’t-Call-Me-Grannies, a group of synchronized skiing women all over sixty.

“They were in great shape,” Destiny said. “We should be so lucky to look that good at their age.”

“I guess.”

Destiny grinned. “Can’t imagine ever being that old?”

“Not really. But I suppose it will happen.”

“The alternative isn’t a pleasant one,” Destiny told her.

Starr grinned. “You’re right. It’s going to be weird not to look forward to birthdays. Now I want to be sixteen so I can get my driver’s license.”

“I suppose part of the reason people don’t look forward to birthdays as they get older is that there aren’t as many milestones.”

“You’re not excited about being twenty-eight and a half?” Starr asked with a laugh.

“Not as much as you’d think.”

They walked into the main part of town. There were booths set up everywhere. Crafts, food and demonstration booths had their own sections. The flow really worked, Destiny thought. Whoever planned all this had done a good job of managing the crowds.

“I should invite my mom to visit during a festival,” she said.

“Lacey is coming here?” Starr sounded both excited and nervous. “This summer?”

“She usually visits me at my various assignments. She says those trips help her stay connected to her fans, because they keep her real.”

Starr nodded. “That makes sense. She’s not on a bus or a plane. She’s just living with normal people.”

Destiny smiled. “You know it’s all a crock, right? My mom will never be like her fans. She’s Lacey Mills, superstar.”

“What about when it’s just you? Isn’t she like a regular mom?”

“She is,” Destiny admitted, realizing she’d never thought about her time with her mom that way. “When she’s out on her own, she always has an entourage. She gets dressed up and waits to be mobbed by her fans. They generally don’t disappoint her. But when she visits me, it’s just her. And while she’ll never be confused with your average suburban mom, when she’s with me, she tones it down.”

“Only one bodyguard?”

“Yes, and he keeps his distance.”

“Can I meet her?” Starr asked.

“Of course.” Destiny started to say she was surprised Starr hadn’t yet, only to remember the teen and Lacey had no biological connection. “She’s great. You’ll like her. She loves to talk music, so have your questions ready.”

Starr looked at her. “OMG. Really? You mean that?”

“Absolutely. She’ll stay up all night talking about music and the business. And she has energy to spare, so she’ll be awake way longer than you.”