“Do you want to live in Winnipeg?” she askedskeptically.
“I’d live in this office if it meant being with you.”
“As you can see, I’m packing my shit.” She pointed to the boxes. “Besides, Sebastien would charge us market rent or higher to live here.”
He laughed. “I’m proud of you for leaving.”
“Thanks. I’m proud of me, too.”
“Babe—”
“Can I say something first?” He nodded, so she continued, “I’m sorry I have trust issues, but I really do love you. And I thought you were cheating on me when I went to your penthouse.”
“I love you too.” He stood to hug her. “You know, I’m not perfect either, but I’d never cheat on you.”
“You may not be perfect, but you’re perfect for me.” She met his gaze. “Are you sure you’ll be happy in Winnipeg?”
“I know I’m not Mr. Manitoba, but if you’re happy, I’m happy. And assuming you still want kids—”
“I do!”
He went on to say, “I want him to grow up with his family around him, not on a tour bus.”
“Or her family,” she added.
“Right,” he agreed. “I want Allie to be my new agent, but Porter doesn’t want a conflict of interest with him being my manager.”
“Today’syourlucky day.” She gave him a toothy grin. “She wants to leave the agency and come work with me and Kim.”
“In Winnipeg?”
She nodded and resumed packing. “Did I mention my dad has season tickets to the Blue Bombers?”
“Football, right?” he asked, stacking boxes on her desk.
“Fifth row, center field,” she confirmed.
“Speaking of Bert, does he know you’re moving?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I wanted to quit first.”
“Maybe you should call him.”
“I’ll call Dylan. She’s always on that pregnancy app that tells you how big your baby is in terms of fruit.”
A few seconds later Dylan answered on FaceTime.
“What’s up?” she asked, dunking a tea bag into a mug like a Yo-Yo.
Tyler stared at her sister, trying not to smile. “Are you able to run over to Dad’s? I have some news.”
Dylan turned her phone around. “No need. He’s right here.”
“Hi, honey!” Bert waved with vigor.
“Cary’s here too.” She moved him into the frame. “We’re coming home.”
“Ugh,” Dylan grunted with an eye roll. “This weekend isn’t great, Tyler. Nadie has rehearsal, Dad has a gig, and—”
