Cary grinned. “I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun.”
“Really?” She rolled onto her side, giving him a look.
He smirked. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” She smiled, wry and knowing. “Aren’t you glad you did it?”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. It was all you.” She sat up and twisted her hair into a knot with the elastic from her wrist. “I can’t thank you enough for getting Yestown on that show . . . and playing with them.”
He stepped closer, eyes twinkling. “I can think of a few ways you could thank me.”
Her elbows straightened, pushing forward on the bed. “Another three weeks until I see you again.”
“I know, but you can come visit.”
“I can’t, Cary. I’m busy at work.”
“Maybe it’s time for a move?”
“Where were you thinking?” She furrowed her brow. “LA? I can’t live there, and I certainly can’t work there. They make it impossible for Canadians unless you’re an athlete or an actor.”
“Toronto,” he said. “The Canadian music industry is based there. You’d be closer to your family, and I’d be—”
“No way.” She shook her head. “If I’m moving anywhere, I’m going back to Winnipeg.”
“Toronto is central to everything,” he said, as if she didn’t know that.
“Just so you know, Winnipeg is the actual center of Canada.” She thinned her lips, then plumped them. “You’re gone all the time anyway, so it shouldn’t matter where you live.”
“Okay, babe. Wherever you want. How about that thank you?”
CHAPTER 36
CARY
“Tyler wants to move home,” Cary said on their flight to Denver the next day. The words sat heavier than he expected. In theory, there was no reason he couldn’t live there—and keep his place in Malibu.
Vegas turned to him. “Like, home-home? Winnipeg?”
“Yeah.” Cary plugged his phone into the seat’s charging port. “I’m just thinking about it. Don’t get any crazy ideas.”
Vegas reclined his seat, shooting him a knowing look. “It’s not really your scene, man.”
“I know.” Cary sighed. “But she said I’m never home. And she’s right.” The realization gnawed at him more than he wanted to admit.
Vegas shrugged. “Real estate’s cheap. That’s why I bought a place there and rented it out.”
“That’s the least of my worries.”
Vegas chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I’d give up my place in Vancouver in a heartbeat to move back. Honestly, I’m over it.”
Cary leaned in, voice low. “What about Kim? Would she go?”
“She’s ready for something new,” Vegas said, pulling a deck of cards from his bag and tapping them against his palm. “Vancouver’s nice, but not exactly convenient. And those fucking bike lanes.”
A change. That’s what he needed.
