“As Cary’s new manager, I probably should.” He tugged on his tie. “Guess I’ll need something a little more festive.”
“Did you do this?” Allie asked, gesturing toward the packed room.
“You found them,” he said. “I might’ve made a few calls.”
“Why are you helping us?” she asked bluntly.
“I want to partner with KAT Management—to represent your bands outside of Canada.”
The women exchanged a knowing glance. It was a good offer. Okay, agreatone.
“Cary’s off the table,” Allie said, starting negotiations. “We’ll handle the US on a case-by-case basis.”
“Do you want the Oh Claires for the States?” Tyler asked.
“I want them for the world. But I’ll take what I can get.”
Porter held out his hand. “I never should’ve let you go.”
Allie shook it. “Then don’t.”
“Can I get you ladies a drink?” Porter asked, his cheeks a little flushed as he loosened his tie.
Tyler and Kim shook their heads.
“I could use a drink,” Allie said, grabbing his arm and steering him toward the bar.
Kim smirked and turned to Tyler. “Dude, did you see that?”
Tyler plucked the soggy straw from her glass and crumpled it into her hand. “She said she was looking for someone smart—”
“And she got Superman.”
“He’s totally Clark Kent,” Tyler agreed.
They both laughed, then turned their attention back to the stage just as the Oh Claires launched into a blistering set, their energy electrifying the room.
Tyler leaned in so Kim could hear her. “I need to tell you something. But you have to swear on Rory’s life you won’t say a word.”
“Dude, I know. You’re pregnant.”
“Funny.” Tyler rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but since Vegas knows—”
“Knowswhat?” Kim asked, shifting closer.
“That’s why I’ve been asking if people are coming on Canada Day. We’re getting married, Kim. No bridal party or anything—it’s a surprise.”
“Get. The. Fuck.Out!” Kim threw her arms around Tyler, nearly knocking over her drink. “I’m so happy for you!”
Tyler lifted a finger to her lips. “Only Dylan, Joe, and Vegas know. And now you.”
“What about Bert?”
She groaned. “My dad’s never met a microphone he didn’t like.”
“True,” Kim said with a laugh. “And Vegas . . . man, that guy can keep a secret. No wonder he’s so good at poker. That’s how he got his nickname.”
CHAPTER 50
