Anna and Jennifer were talking in the entryway when I got there. Jennifer was holding Gibson, who was playing with her mess of curly hair. It wasn’t long before Gibson’s fingers were completely tangled in the ringlets. “So, we’re probably going to be late,” Anna was saying. “I’m not sure how long the opening is scheduled for, but it’s a big night for everyone, so we’ll probably celebrate afterwards.”

“No problem, Mrs. H. It’s cool, stay out as long as you need to.” Jennifer was seventeen, but sometimes she sounded thirteen. It freaked me out. I’d feel better if a sixty-year-old grandma who’d successfully raised a dozen kids was watching our girl, but Anna was fine with Jennifer’s age. She often told me, “Relax, Jennifer routinely babysits for a handful of local celebrities. She can handle watching just one child for a few hours.” I guess. But I’d still feel better if someone more mature was watching my baby girl.

Jennifer’s eyes swung over to me when she noticed my entrance. Her gaze was approving; she liked my outfit. She always looked at me that way though. No surprise there, most women did. “Oh, hey, Mr. H. How’s it hanging?”

Normally I’d say something witty like, “A little to the left,” but her words instantly reminded me how young she was. With a frown, I crossed my arms over my chest. “You have our number? And the gallery’s number? And the rest of the band’s numbers?” You could never be too cautious about some things, and Gibson was one of those things.

With a patient smile, Jennifer nodded. “Yep. I have everyone’s digits.”

Digits? My lips compressed into a thin line, but I let it go. It would be fine, and Gibson loved her. “Okay, well, no company, no boys, no phone calls, no booze.” Suddenly feeling like I was just as lame as Matt, I shook my head. I needed to stop being so douchey. “You can totally raid the fridge though, and once Gibson is down for the count, feel free to use the pool.”

Jennifer’s smile brightened. “Will do!”

I wanted to lay down some more laws for her, or maybe add some more emergency numbers to her phone, but Anna wrapped her hands around my bicep. “We should go, babe.”

I knew she was right, but I still had to resist the urge to fire Jennifer and take Gibson with us. Wasn’t the woman supposed to be the one stressing over the sitter? I may have been in head-to-toe red, but I suddenly felt a lot less powerful. Luckily, I had a cure for that in my back pocket. Best get this goodbye over with so I could start drinking. “Yeah, okay. Bye, baby girl,” I said, giving Gibson a one-armed squeeze and a kiss.

“Bye, Daddy,” Gibson said in the sweetest, most adorable voice on earth. God, my kid was cute. Spinning on my heel, I stalked away, nearly dragging Anna with me. I will not tear up, I will not tear up. It’s fine to leave her with an underage stranger. Damn it. When did I become such a pussy? I might have to turn in my man card soon.

I felt better once I was in my Hummer, cruising across I-90 toward downtown Seattle. But then I remembered that I hadn’t reminded Jennifer about Gibson’s habit of putting everything in her mouth. We kept the floors pretty clean, and our fun stuff was locked up, but it was amazing what else that kid could find. “Shit,” I muttered, wondering where I could turn around on a bridge. “I forgot to tell Jennifer something. We need to go back.”

Anna gave me a funny look from the passenger’s seat, then dug through her purse and showed me her cell phone. “We can call her if we need to, but it’s fine. I already mentioned the mouth thing, ear thing, and the nose thing. Jennifer is well-prepared. God, that kid is obsessed with openings. The day she finds her woo-ha is the day I’ll need therapy.”

Normally, I would have laughed, but I just wasn’t in the mood at the moment. “Oh…okay, so long as she’s aware…I guess.”

Anna placed her hand on my knee. “She’ll be fine, Griff.” Laying her head against my shoulder she quietly said, “You know, if Kiera, Jenny, and the others saw more of this side of you, they might like you better.”

Surprise washed over me. I thought I was cool with those two. “Kiera and Jenny don’t like me?”

Retreating back to her side of the car, Anna laughed. “I said they’d like you better. At the moment, they think you’re…okay.”

That made me frown. I wasn’t an “okay” person. I was awesome wrapped in awesome smothered in more awesome. They should be squealing to their neighbors that they know me, not that they merely tolerate me, like Anna had implied.

Tossing a playful grin Anna’s way, I murmured, “No, what they need is to see the side of me that you see. The intimate side, if you know what I mean. Then they wouldn’t think I was just ‘okay.’ They’d be clamoring around my door every night, like stray cats trying to get a decent meal.” I winked at her. “I’ll keep myself to myself though, save everyone the grief.”

Rolling her eyes, Anna laughed. “How very noble of you.”

A wide smile broke over my face as I returned my attention to the sea of taillights in front of me. Noble was practically my middle name.

We arrived at the gallery about an hour late, which was right on time in my book. Matt was flustered when he spotted us outside, talking to the fans. Thanks to us and our awesome diehards, Jenny’s gallery was already on the map. It had probably been tagged about three million times tonight already. We were so cool.

“There you guys are. What took you so long?” Matt was dressed to the nines in a full-on tuxedo, and his short blond hair was gelled into rigid, unyielding little spikes. How appropriate. Clearly nervous, he seemed more tightly wound than usual; it looked like he was having muscle spasms he was moving around so much.

Since humor was the best cure for nerves that I knew of, and since fondling myself in front of him was too good of an opportunity to pass up, I cupped myself and said, “What do you think we were doing?”

The fans around me tittered, but Matt’s scowl deepened. “We’re on in thirty minutes. Try to not be late for that, okay?”

I saluted the fucker, but he was already turning to leave. The fans who had been trying to get his attention asked me, “What’s up with him?” Disappointment was clear in their voices. Douche hadn’t even said hello.

Shrugging, I told them, “Same thing that’s always up with him.” I mimed putting my finger where the sun didn’t shine, and a couple of the girls laughed. “That and he’s proposing to his girl tonight. His nerves are basically fucked.”

The crowd gasped and squealed. Anna elbowed me, then held her hands out. “You weren’t supposed to say anything.”

I pointed to the sign above the door loudly proclaiming BAGETTES! “I’m not supposed to say anything to Rachel. These guys don’t count.” I turned back to the crowd. “You guys won’t tell Matt’s girlfriend, right?”

More giggling and shrieking. I took that as a yes, and gave Anna a look of triumph. See, they don’t count. Amused, Anna patted my shoulder. “I’m going to go inside and find a seat. Come find me when you’re done.”

Watching her waddle away from me, I murmured, “You bet your sweet little ass I will.”

Jenny’s gallery was exactly what I was expecting it to be—a boring building with a bunch of bland, artistic, nonsensical crap hung on the walls and a few odd-shaped statues blocking the flow of traffic in the hallways. No nude art anywhere. I was instantly disappointed, and I kind of felt cheated as I looked over Jenny’s creations.

People were walking around looking all hoity-toity with fluted glasses of champagne, so I found a waiter and grabbed me a couple. It was my obligation to drink for Anna, since she wasn’t able to enjoy it. The burden of being a husband.

On the far side of the main room, I spotted my wife hanging out with Kiera, Jenny, and Rachel. I was just about to rush up and goose her sexy ass when Rachel turned and gave me a wicked glare. Jesus. Was she still mad at me for saying that Matt didn’t want to be tied down to just one girl? She needed to move on. Obviously, since he was still proposing to her, I’d been joking. Hopefully after this, the ice in her veins would melt.