I walked into the living room where Tommy's family was gathered warily—especially knowing that they had all practically played witness to a complete theatrical drama. I looked up at the corner where Mason was sitting in animated conversation with Tommy's grandmother, and the sight made me want to laugh as he looked up at me suddenly. I took a deep breath—asking him silently with my eyes if the room was a hostile one or not, and he shrugged at me as I moved toward him only to stop short when I felt a hand land demandingly on my shoulder—stopping my progress. I turned to find myself staring up into the blue eyes of Tommy's brother, Matthew. He was grinning widely.

"Can I just be the first to welcome you into this little family? I have never seen Tommy so flustered before and it's brilliant, I tell you. Just brilliant! I have never been so entertained in my life. The unflappable Tom Quincy knocked on his ass." Matthew stated smilingly as his mother gasped in the background.

"Matthew!" She exclaimed as the man just shrugged before glancing over his shoulder at Catalina.

"Well, it's true, Mere." He mumbled as he grinned at me once more before moving away. I was too flabbergasted to do anything but stare at his retreating back as Mason closed the rest of the distance between us.

"Why has this day suddenly made me crave a few hours of listening to Elton John songs?" Mason asked as I elbowed him in the stomach. He grunted as he grabbed his middle with a grimace—noticing the grave expression on my face as he did.

"Oh, Jesus! What have you done now, Jude?" Mason asked as I flinched. Done? If only he knew.

"Jude!" A voice bellowed from the hallway as the entire living room grew quiet around us. Mason raised his eyebrows at me as I smiled sheepishly up in his direction.

"I may have let Tommy see those pictures I received in the mail a month or so ago." I replied quietly as Mason sucked in a deep breath. Yeah…smart idea, I know. Mason shook his head vehemently.

"You have a death wish, Jude Harrison. Seriously, what in the hell possessed you to do that? Did you even tell him that the issue had been resolved?" Mason asked as I shook my head. He sighed.

"God, I need therapy or a couple of hours at a good gay bar." Mason muttered as I rolled my eyes up at him. Tommy's stomping became more insistent as he suddenly rounded the corner of the room while carrying two motorcycle helmets in his hands.

"Jude Smartass Harrison, you're coming with me." Tommy stated simply as he handed me one of the helmets. I heard Catalina moving restlessly from across the room as Mason winced. Several of Tom's family members started to speak up, but Tommy just shook his head and pointed at them one at a time.

"No…uh uh….not now…maybe later….and don't start." He finished before pointing at me and then at the door. Was he seriously commanding me to leave this house? The little bastard! Anger felt better than lust because it kept my thoughts grounded.

"Hah! Who do you think…?" I began as Tommy placed his hand over my mouth and pulled me toward the door.

"Your producer." He stated simply as we moved through the opening. I bit his palm. It still didn't make him move.

"Yep, he's lost it." Matthew murmured from the living room as Mason grunted in agreement. Lost it? Oh hell!