“We’re thinking of doing it ourselves. I mean, Isaythat now . . .“ Cary laughed, nodding at a WAG board member as they passed. “Part of the reason I’m taking time off. I didn’t know she was pregnant when I made the call, but the timing worked out. Tyler was born to be a mom. I couldn’t be happier.”
He leaned in, lowering his voice. “As for you—Allie knows a dozen tours you could jump on, but I’m keeping you on the payroll. Just in case. Can’t have you running off to join the circus.”
Vegas took a long sip. “I’ve had a couple offers.”
Cary clutched his chest in mock pain. “My body’s not even cold yet.”
“Relax.” Vegas clapped him on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t let anyone else be your TM. Except Kim, maybe.” He tucked his hair behind his ears. “So . . . should I get a suit for your wedding?”
Cary stepped closer, voice low. “You can wear whatever you want. But I’m swearing you to secrecy—not even Kim knows. We’re getting married on July first.”
Vegas’s eyes widened. “That’s intwo weeks!”
Cary grinned and raised his glass. “What can I say? I’m not a patient man.”
CHAPTER 49
TYLER
The next day, Tyler stopped by her sister’s house to fill her in on the wedding plans.
“You’re getting married—when?” Dylan’s eyebrows shot up as she leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.
“July first,” Tyler repeated. “But we’re not telling anyone. The invites will say it’s a barbecue or something. Evites, since we’re in a time crunch.”
“What about gifts?” Dylan opened her sewing kit. “You’re not even registered.”
Tyler shook her head. “We don’t want anything.”
“Turn around.” Dylan wrapped a measuring tape around her waist.
“If you’re too busy, I’ll just buy something off the rack.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dylan said. “It’ll be ready before you’re back.”
The Oh Claires’ LA showcase was next week, and Tyler and Allie were flying down for it. Kim couldn’t make it—Cary had a show that night—but they’d promised to record the set for her.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Tyler said. “I’ve got something new, something borrowed, and something blue. I just need something old.” She pursed her lips and looked up, thinking.
“Here.” Dylan twisted the silver ring off her pinky finger. “It’s Mom’s wedding band. I moved it when my fingers started swelling.”
Tyler gasped, a hand to her chest. “I can’t take that.”
“It’s tradition.” Dylan slid the ring onto her sister’s finger. “It goes back generations on Mom’s side. They wear it on their right hand in the Netherlands.”
“But it’s yours.”
“It’s yours now.” Dylan rubbed her bare finger. “I’ve worn it long enough. Dad says everyone who wears that ring has a happy marriage. I know I sure have.”
Tyler wiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks and hugged her tightly. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” Dylan flared out the fabric of her skirt. “Should I wear a dress—or a tent, in my case?”
“Just wear your regular clothes. I’m changing right after the ceremony anyway.”
“What ceremony?” Joe asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Cary and I are getting married before I blimp out,” she said, then glanced at Dylan. “No offense.”
