At that point she was game for anything.
Cary returned to the table and opened his hand. “It came off,” he said, revealing a black button in his palm like a magician.
“Again?” Vegas asked. “Tyler, you know how to sew, right?”
“I do,” she said nonchalantly.
“I don’t want to walk around like this.” Cary opened the middle of his shirt.
“Tyler!” Sebastien barked, making her flinch. “Go. Help him.”
“Fine,” she muttered, squeezing Kim’s hand.
She wasn’t the only one with an ingenious plan. Little did she know, Cary was as crafty as that girl in the Beastie Boys track.
“You’re still coming to the party, right Cary?” Tommy asked while stealing his seat. “There’ll be tons of hot chicks! Bring that little minx.”
Cary’s jaw tightened. “I’ll try, but I’ve got a speech to write.”
“I thought Tyler was helping with that.” Sebastien gave her a death stare.
“It’s my fault for procrastinating.” He placed his hand on his chest. “I should’ve done it before I got here.”
Sebastien pointed at Tyler. “Help him with his speech while you’re at it.”
Vegas had arranged a rideshare to get them back to the hotel, and truth be told, Tyler had never been so happy to see an Uber in her life. At that point, she would’ve settled for a rickshaw—pulled by Dave, of course.
“I’m assuming you took the button off your shirt?” she asked.
“It wasn’t the first time,” Cary said with a laugh.
“Cary! Did you—”
“Sorry, but I had to get you alone.” He laced his fingers through hers and kissed the back of her hand. “I’m not even superstitious, babe. I could’ve worn a different shirt that night.”
She shook her head, smiling. “I’m not superstitious either—except for Jets games and birthday wishes. How did you know I could sew?”
“Dylan. I figured it ran in the family.”
She gave his arm a playful squeeze. “You’re keeping secrets from me.”
“Ow!” he teased, rubbing the spot. “Just that one.” He crossed his heart.
“Really?” She raised a brow. “Vegas didn’t tell you—”
“About Kim? I just found out.”
She nodded. “What do you think?”
“I’m happy for them.”
“Me too,” she said softly. “Vegas and my bestie.”
Back at the hotel, they changed into their matching Winnipeg Jets onesies, crawled into bed, and flipped on the TV.
“What about your speech?” Tyler asked during a commercial break.
Cary smirked. “I’ve never written a speech in my life. Not about to start now.”
