Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(5)

A limo pulled into the loop in front of the hotel. It wasn’t the first limo to put in an appearance since we got here. The driver opened the back door. At the flash of a familiar blonde head, I bolted for the door.

Following the blonde was one of her boyfriends. Frankie had four of them, and it was singularly amazing. The one with her was the one she sang with. Like Frankie, Ian was also blond. Excitement poured into my system like an adrenaline dump.

I’d been dying for them to get here and now they were! I crashed into Frankie with a hug that threatened to topple us both. Fortunately, she reacted to keep us on our feet. “You’re here!” Granted, I could have been pithier but I was practically vibrating. Looking after Ian and Frankie was exactly what I needed, a distraction and something I could actually do to help.

I let go of Frankie so Yvette and Aubrey could greet her. Blowing a kiss to Frankie’s boyfriend, I said, “Hey, Ian!” Then I pivoted to face Frankie again, who looked more than a little dazed.

There were shadows beneath her eyes and darkness in them. A darkness I was all too familiar with. Grief could fuck right the hell off to fucksville. “You’re so here,” I repeated. I don’t know which of us I was assuring, Frankie or me.

Thankfully, Frankie laughed. “Yes, we’re here. What are you doing here?”

“To see you two. Your last email sounded freaked out.” It was the absolute truth. There was a lot of freaking out in that email. I’d been in her shoes once, only I’d had a history in the business and some familiarity, not to mention Yvette and Aubrey. Ian was great, but he wasn’t us.

“I am not freaked out, I’m fine.”

“Freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional?” I countered. So familiar and unsettling. “We totally get it. Been there…”

“…done that,” Yvette said and Aubrey added, “Trust us, we have all the t-shirts.”

“And the rehab bills.” I smirked though Aubrey shot me a look at the joke. “So, first things first, we’re old hats at this business, and I needed a break from the East Coast, so we’re staying at my mom’s place in Beverly Hills. They aren’t there right now so it’s even better.” I glanced past her at the driver who was waiting for them. “Car service or full-time hire for the visit?”

“Car service,” Frankie said.

“Fantastic. I got this.” I gave her another hug before I made a beeline for the driver, whose name turned out to be Paul. “They aren’t going to be staying at the hotel, so you can take their things out to Beverly Hills,” I gave him the address. “This is where they’ll be. I’m going to give them a ride in our car.”

I handed him a hundred; it was the smallest bill I had in my little wallet. He didn’t need any persuading at all, and then he was putting their things back in the car.

“Okay!” I hurried back over to them. “Paul is going to bring your luggage out to our place. You’re riding with us. Our car is on the other side of the building.” It was like I’d downed two back-to-back energy drinks. This was the best pick-me-up. Frankie slid her backpack on while Ian picked up their guitar cases. “This is going to be great. Do you guys want help with those?”

“I got it,” Ian assured me.

“Great.” Time to get moving. We hadn’t been seen or hounded, a great thing about L.A. and about hotels like this. Even if you were recognized, people tended to give you a wide berth and respect your privacy.

“Thank you, Paul,” Frankie said to their driver as I hooked my arm through hers. “We should probably cancel our reservations.”

“Not a problem.” It really wasn’t. “We can call them from the car. Are you tired? Hungry? Want us to stop somewhere and grab food? We need to take you out to Mackie’s.” So good. The food there was just the best.

“Later,” Yvette said, her French accent lifting the word. “Let’s not overwhelm them.”

At the pointed look from Aubrey, I grimaced and pivoted to face Frankie and Ian. “I’m not overwhelming you guys, am I? I mean, I know this is a surprise—so like hey, surprise! But I thought it would be easier if you had a quiet place to retreat. Recording a first album is both exciting and nightmarish and we’ve been there and well—I mean—if you wanted to stay here?”

The couple exchanged one look, and he just nodded before Frankie looked at me again. “You’re not overwhelming us, and this is a fantastic surprise. It really is.”

“Good.” Relief swarmed me. “I felt so bad we couldn’t make it to the funeral, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you. And I genuinely want to do this for you.”

Frankie gave me a smile, a sad one, but it was still a smile. “You don’t have to do anything. But I really appreciate that you want to.”

“Same,” Ian added. “Friends are always welcome.”

“Wonderful!” I clapped my hands. Definitely not going to bring us down any more than I already had. “Let’s go.”

Dix laughed as we got everyone seated. I didn’t relax until we were back at the house and they were settled in.





Once Frankie and Ian headed off to bed for the night, I told Aubrey and Yvette I was gonna get some sleep. I needed it. A couple of hugs and kisses later, and I headed for my suite. We’d given Frankie and Ian their own wing. Mom had hers, and I had mine. The girls always stayed in my wing.