“I mean for good.”
Dylan’s eyes jumped forward like a cue ball on a hard break. “What? When? How?”
“You forgot where and why,” Tyler said.
“You can stay with me,” Bert offered. “I’ve got tons of room.”
Tyler tilted her head and smiled sweetly. “Thanks, Dad, but we’re moving into the Lounts’ old house on Wellington.”
“Yeah, that’s not a house,” her sister countered. “It’s a mansion.” She took a sip from her mug. “Why do you need a place that big?”
“It’s my fault,” Cary said. “I put in a lowball offer and they accepted it. I wanted somewhere she could have an office and my folks could visit.”
Bert chuckled. “Sounds like I might be staying with you, then.”
“Anytime, sir,” he said. “Joe’s family is more than welcome. I know your place gets crowded over Christmas.”
Dylan’s face lit up. “Welcome home, sis!”
After Tyler hung up the phone she asked Cary, “Are you sure about the office?”
“Sure I’m sure,” he said. “The property’s got a separate coach house. Two of them, actually.”
“I insist on leasing the office space.” She rested her hands on her hips. “I won’t take no for an answer.” But before he could argue Tyler’s phone vibrated. It was Allie on FaceTime.
“Are you ready for this?” Allie asked, and she nodded. “Fucking Tommy got fired, man. They just told us in the boardroom.”
“Really?” Tyler said, not letting on she knew. “I guess that means Cary needs a new agent.”
Cary waved at Allie on the screen. “You want the gig?”
“Fuck yeah, I do!”
“I’m excited about this,” Cary said. “Tommy’s been my agent since I was a kid.”
Tyler pointed her phone at the boxes on her desk. “I’m packing my shit.”
Allie wrinkled her nose. “Where are you going?”
“We have an office in Winnipeg, and we’re keeping our bands.” She held up her phone. “So, are you in?”
“I’m all the fuck in.”
CHAPTER 44
CARY
Packing up Tyler’s office took another hour, though most of her stuff ended up in the trash. She wanted a clean slate for her new company—nothing SDM-related. Except the stapler. It was the old kind, heavy and reliable. Like a tank, if tanks fastened papers.
Tyler turned to Cary, pupils wide. “Your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“To tell your parents we’re moving home.” She hoisted a banker’s box by its slits. “I’m going down to the garage. Be back in a minute.”
Cary called his mom. No point dragging this one out with a text.
“Hi, Cary!” Pamela answered. “What a nice surprise! How are you, dear?”
