Page 150 of Sing For Me

“There’s Miranda Grisham, too,” Levi says. “She might be a good fit.”

“See?” Will murmurs in my ear. “They know everyone.”

But his uncles and his dad still haven’t said a word. They’re all still staring at Will, like they can’t be sure he’s really there.

“Fuck,” Reed finally mutters, running a hand over his face. “I guess Cash isn’t the only sappy bastard in this family.”

“Damn, kid,” Daltrey laughs, but it sounds a little shaky. “You sure do know how to tug on the heartstrings, don’t you?”

Will rolls his eyes at their display of emotion, but I can see the fondness in his eyes. This is a big deal for him, too. “Get it all out,” he chides. “Have your little weep fest. Then we can get to work.”

Cash laughs. “We can definitely do that.”

“Hey,” Lennon cuts in suddenly. “You know who has a lot of free time on his hands?” He points at their father. “Dad makes a pretty damn good manager.”

Reed’s eyes narrow. “That’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

“He’s tough, Eva,” Daltrey adds. “Strict as hell. But he’s damn good.”

Will Sr. laughs, shaking his head. “Pretty sure I’m too damn old to be managing anyone.” Then he looks at me. “But I promise we’ll find you someone.”

“And we’ll figure out the contract stuff, too,” Reed says, typing away on his phone. “I’ll get the lawyers on it now.”

“I…I…” I have no idea what to say. I look up at Will, calmed a little by his steady, warm eyes. I’ve never had much family before, and the way they’ve all agreed to step up to help me, just like that, is more than a little overwhelming.

Will gives me a little nod of encouragement and I take a deep breath, turning back to his family. “That would be really great. Thank you.”

“It’s our pleasure, Eva,” Cash says, and I know he really means it.

Will squeezes my hand before turning to his family, and, together, we get to work.