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of like that,” he said.
    I shook my head and laughed at him. “Uncle?”
    “What? Uncle sounds weird?”
    “Definitely. You never acted like an uncle should act.”
    He stirred some more. “Well, the shitty thing about having a baby at twenty is that you grow up with your kid. Jack and I were never ready for children. Shoot, we weren’t ready for our band doing so well at such a young age. If my dad hadn’t already been a famous jazz musician, we would have never gotten that record deal so quick and with such a huge budget. Not to say our music didn’t break down barriers and rock the world, but fame and money rushed to us with just our first song. A month later, we’re on tour. When the girls starting coming around, we never considered using protection. Just having fun.”
    “And having kids.” I sighed. Both Jude’s and my parents had had us in their early twenties. Their parenting skills provided the perfect example of why people should never have unprotected sex.
    “If I could do it all over again, I would’ve waited until I was well into my thirties.” Kaden took a sip of his wine. “I made a lot of mistakes. At least I won’t be making any more.”
    “You won’t?”
    “Well, I’m done with…half of the things I used to do back then. Now I should look like a proper uncle to you.”
    I snorted.
    As he sautéed the mushrooms, he looked like many things, standing there with bare feet and wearing only tight jeans. He was a rock fan’s dream and the vision women focused on when they touched themselves between their thighs. In my darkest moments, even I had tipped over to the kinky corners of my heart and slipped my fingers inside of me while I thought of Kaden’s bare-chested movements as he strummed his guitar. It had been so wrong on so many levels. Afterward, I’d promised myself not to do it again, but I had done it a few more times before shifting my naughty thoughts to Jude.
    “No disrespect, but I don’t really consider you my uncle.” I placed the glass on the table, sat on the barstool near him, and kicked off my heels. “How old are you now, forty-two?”
    “I’ll be forty-two in a few months.” His gaze strayed to my legs as I crossed them. Again, he looked away and cursed under his breath. “So, you don’t think of me as your uncle. What do you consider me then, Rainbow?”
    “I prefer Rain.”
    “I prefer Rainbow.”
    I sucked my teeth. “I think of you as my dad’s friend and Jude’s father, so you’re pretty much a friend of the family to me. Do you need any help? I’m a decent cook. I don’t burn things like Jude does.”
    “Nope. Once the mushrooms are how I like them, then I’ll drop in the steaks.” He wiped his hands on a towel hanging over the oven’s handle. “I thought I remembered Jude mentioning once that you were a vegetarian?”
    “When I was around my mom, I was.” I grinned. “Now, I’m a card-carrying carnivore.”
    To Mom’s dismay.
    “Love it.” He raised his wine in the air. “A toast to a long-awaited reunion and a budding new friendship.”
    Our glasses clinked together.
    “So, what’s up with this groupie, Vicky?” I asked.
    “I met her at a concert. She interviewed me for her local newspaper and offered me a blow job afterward.”
    “Wow. Does that happen a lot?”
    “Enough to make me a happy man.” He set his glass back down. “She did a good job too. Real good. I asked her to come along with me. It’s no big deal. Every now and then, I ask a woman to spend a few days or weeks with me, and it’s no problem.”
    “They just drop what they’re doing and follow you around from city to city?”
    “Of course. Wouldn’t you for someone you idolized?”
    “No.”
    “That’s only because you’ve been around enough stars in your day to realize they’re just messed up people that happened to get lucky.”
    “Not all of them are messed up.” I took another sip.
    “So, you’re still a virgin?”
    I choked on some of my