Cary swiveled his head. “Vegas’s house is around here somewhere.”
“Really? This is the rich part of town.”
“I pay him well.”
“I’m glad they’re moving here.” She mustered a smile. “Kim loves working for you, but she’s not happy at SDM.”
“You’re unhappy too, babe.” He squeezed her hand gently. “I want you to leave.”
She stared into his bright hazel eyes. “I told you, he’ll ruin my career.”
“What if I leave? You can manage me.”
“What, so he can ruin both of us? No, thank you. And don’t think he won’t try.”
“I’m serious.”
“I love you, Cary, but I don’t want to manage you.” The idea of spouses managing their partners weirded her out—almost as much as joining their bands.
“You don’t?” he asked.
“I have no interest in being your babysitter.”
The taxi pulled up to Marnie’s parents’ house and Tyler smiled at her old neighborhood while the score fromE.T. traveled in her head. The original owners still occupied most of the homes in the area, and the Robertsons and Marnie’s parents were no exception.
“I’ll grab the rest of the presents,” Cary offered. “You go on ahead.”
She lugged two handfuls of gift bags up the steps and rang the doorbell. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been there. It was probably back in high school, senior year.
Little Lesley, Marnie’s younger sister, answered the door.
Tyler widened her eyes. “God, I haven’t seen you fully grown!”
Little Lesley rolled her eyes. “Marnie’s only three years older,” she said, taking the gift bags. “Come in! I have to ask—are you seriously banging Cary Kingston?”
“She is,” Cary said, hauling the rest of the presents.
Little Lesley’s face flushed. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He laughed. “I’m not.”
“Hey, Tyler, remember your locker in high school?” Little Lesley gave her a cheeky grin. “All those posters you had of him?”
Tyler shot her ashut-uplook as Cary’s eyes bounced between them.
“Tell me more,” Cary said.
“That’s enough information for one day,” Tyler said, grabbing his arm. “Besides, they were Dylan’s first.”
Little Lesley smiled and motioned toward the living room where a dozen women sat with their children in the company of her very pregnant friends. “Everyone’s in there,” she said.
The room fell silent, jaws open, when they walked in.
“Hi,” Cary said, and the women practically swooned.Okay, calm down.
“This is Cary, everyone,” Tyler introduced him. “Cary, these are my friends from high school.”
“I thought it was mixed?” he whispered to Tyler.
