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“Get the fuck out of my face!”
    In defiance of Jett’s will, the kid’s hand connected with Jett’s chest and sent him stumbling. Jett shoved back with both hands. Blind instinct took over, the legacy of nights spent in crowded clubs and fighting his way out of mosh pits even security was scared to enter. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
    Jett was vaguely aware of Billy’s voice trying to break through, but the blood pounding in his ears was like a primal drum cadence. Some screaming vocals layered over and it would sound perfect. The intensity of his anger swept him up in its savage beauty.
Then what this violent brat was yelling entered his consciousness.
“I’m your son, you goddamn loser!”
    The world snapped into sudden focus, then spun like chunks of fruit in Goldie’s smoothie-maker. Jett stared into the furious face inches from his own—the only thing he could make out clearly—exhaled with a slow whistle, and looked over the boy’s shoulder in what he imagined was Billy’s general direction.
“Get me a drink, baby.”
    Maybe if he had a drink, things would make sense. “A drink? You already smell like a hobo!” The kid’s shriek made Jett’s ears ring despite years of standing too close to amps. “What have you been doing? Are you high?”
Good question.
    The kid shoved Jett again in his eagerness to grab the lapel of Jett’s leather jacket. The kid tried to sniff it, and Jett swatted him away.
“Get the fuck off me, will you? Jesus. And stop shouting. You’re giving me a headache.” Confused, Jett sought Billy, trying to see around the persistent annoyance that kept popping up in front of his face like a demented Whac-A-Mole.
Billy’s form resolved just as his arms appeared around the kid’s waist. “Sit down. We’re going to talk about this as calmly as we can, right?”
Before the kid could protest, Billy moved him bodily to a chair, then gave Jett a meaningful look before he turned to the liquor cabinet. “Jett, I think you’re going to want to be seated when we talk about this.”
Billy poured two glasses of Scotch and handed one to Jett, who hadn’t moved from his spot.
“Please sit, baby.” Billy touched the side of Jett’s face lovingly. “I need somewhere to sit too, and your lap is always the best seat in the house.”
    That was more like it.
Jett smiled and snaked an arm around Billy’s waist. He gave him a soft kiss, then hooked a booted foot behind a chair leg and pulled the seat over so he could drop into it. He dragged Billy into his lap, downed the Scotch in two gulps, and set the glass on the table with a clunk.
    Only then did his gaze fix on the brat across the table.
As soon as their eyes met, the kid said, “Ugh, what do they see in you?” Jett shrugged. “Beats me.”
    He couldn’t stay annoyed, not with a lapful of Goldie. Jett rested his head on his boyfriend’s chest as he looked up at him. His sweet, naive man, so beautiful and generous, wanting to save everyone.
Billy looked very tired and a little worried. “This is Cole. He says his mother knew you. She told him that you were his father.”
    Pale, cool fingers pressed against Jett’s lips before he could protest. “She passed on, Jett. After a long battle with cancer, okay? So keep that in mind before you say anything.”
    Jett frowned. No doubt that was why Billy had been cuddled up to the kid earlier. In spite of Billy’s general peacekeeping stance with Jett, he didn’t seem to mind confronting others on their bullshit. If he believed this kid had lost his mother, he had to have his reasons.
    What those were, Jett had a hard time imagining. Then again, he was kind of fucked up.
Jett decided to roll with it.
He looked over at the kid. “Sorry to hear about your mom, bucko. Um. Where you from?”
The boy held Jett’s gaze, eyes narrowed, breath uneven as if bracing for battle. Usually the supposed illegitimate kids Jett met looked eager to meet him, not like he was a boil