“Right.” His cheeks flushed, and she instantly backed off, not wanting to push too far.
As they crossed the street to his building, a yellow taxi pulled into the driveway and her heart sank into her boots. Being alone with him was a rare occurrence with Sebastien always lurking.
And now, like clockwork, reality was catching up.
Cary looked at her seriously. “Text when you get home, okay?”
She nodded, and after a slight hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She hugged him with more familiarity than earlier that day.
You smell like heaven.
“Thanks, I had a nice time,” she said.
“No, thankyou.” He gave her an awkward smile, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
Oh my god.Her head jerked back involuntarily.Did he just kiss me?
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her heart rate before it rocketed into space.
Who was she kidding? That wasn’t arealkiss. It was probably an LA thing. That city was lousy with touchy-feely types.
The taxi was idling so Tyler climbed into the back seat and cracked the window an inch.
“Don’t forget!” she shouted. “It’s your mom’s birthday on Tuesday!”
Cary stood in place and waved, smiling.
She lost sight of him as the taxi turned down the street.
CHAPTER 4
CARY
“I can’t believe I did that,” Cary said under his breath on the elevator ride to his penthouse. Was hethatguy? Was it possible he’d been mistaken? Maybe he’d misread her body language. But they’d had such a great time . . . at least inhismind.
Tyler was smart and funny, not like those fake Hollywood types. Not that she wasn’t beautiful. She wasallkinds of beautiful. Like how she wore her hair up in an “I don’t care” style. Her blue eyes reminded him of Pelican Lake, where his family had gone camping in the summer when he was a child. But the dimples on her cheeks really knocked him out. They were cute but sexy, livening up her already perfect smile.
And here he was, trying to impress her like some douchebag when her dad was Bert Robertson.TheBert Robertson. To guitar players, he was a legend. Tyler sure as hell wasn’t going to be impressed by him or any musician, given her lineage. In fact, she was probably on the phone right now telling Kim what a jerk he’d been for kissing her—and for not knowing the name of his building’s attendant. The truth was he rarely came into contact with anyone who wasn’t a Kinger.
Hopefully she’d text him when she got home, and he could reply with something funny. He loved that she laughed at his jokes—it even seemed genuine.
He could hardly wait to see her in Winnipeg, even though it meant watching hockey.
CHAPTER 5
TYLER
Advanced Excel was the most useful course Tyler had taken during her Arts and Entertainment Management program. She was busy updating SDM’s tour budgets and adding line items to the forecasts. That is, until she became distracted.
It had been two weeks and four days since that kiss, but who was counting? As much as she’d tried to forget it, she couldn’t because SDM had plastered its walls withcary kingston: liveposters they’d so brilliantly marketed.
“Concentrate,” she said under her breath.
Rory glanced up from his bed, but it probably didn’t sound enough like “cookie” so he stayed put.
Tyler needed to shake it off because musicians—other than her dad—weren’t exactly trustworthy.
Her ex-boyfriend, Dave—a singer in a local band—had slept with every groupie on the tour routingshe’dmappedout for him.
