It was late afternoon when David pulled up in front of the safe house. God, how he hated that term. The deed was in his name. Why couldn't it just be his house? He sighed, then looked over at Irian, who was sleeping soundly in the seat next to him. "Poor thing", he whispered. "You've been through so much today and it just seems to be getting worse. If there's anything I can do to make this a little easier on you, just let me know." There, he wasn't a completely heartless bastard, after all. He did actually give a shit, no matter what all of his ex- fiancée’s had to say. They weren't woman enough for him anyway, He needed a strong woman who would stand up to him when he was being an insensitive ass and who would tell him he was wrong when he was. He needed a girl like Irian, but a girl like her could never actually love a man like him, could they? Granted, she was beautiful, smart, even though a touch ditzy, but she had a heart of gold and magic hands. What he would give for her to touch him like that again, even if she was doing it in a professional sense. It was her job to relieve stress, and because of his position, it was his to cause it. Damn his agreeing to join this agency. He was a good man, damn it! He had to tell himself that, or they would drive him insane. Instead of a new album called Asylum coming out in a month or so, they'd be committing him to an Asylum. Ironic in a twisted sort of way, but such was his life. Sometimes he hated being around Dan, Mike, and John. True, they were his brothers, and he loved them as such, but he was jealous. He saw what his brothers has with their wives and a little green monster screamed in his head, When's it gonna be MY turn?!
Irian stirred, and he touched her gently on her shoulder. "Irian, we're here."
She sat up from where she leaned against that window and blinked awake. "Ok, I'm up."
David nodded and got out of the car, walking around to be a gentleman and open the lady's car door for her. She let him, much to his surprise. Over her shoulder was flung a large duffel bag that had to have contained more than just clothes. When she stepped out of the car, she looked at him. "Books. I'm going to have to take me national certification test again so that I can work somehow, right?"
"The only time you'll really be working is if you go on tour with us. I'll pretty much be taking care of you and your son."
"David, I can't allow that. I've been taking care of myself since I was 17."
"Irian, I don't mind. Just let me be nice to you, please. I know I've been a son of a bitch today. Please let me make up for it."
Irian looked at him for a long moment. "Fine. After all, this is supposed to be short term, right?"
"Yes, just short term as far as I know. I really don't mind, anyway."
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