“In less than twenty-four hours you’ll be playing down there.” She pointed to the rink. “They’re doing the conversion overnight.”
“It’d be kind of slippery otherwise.”
She laughed. “Very funny.”
“Here you go.” Jessica passed him a glass of red wine filled to the brim. “And another beer for you.”
“Thank you.” Tyler took the bottle and smiled politely.
Jessica swayed in place, watching Cary. “How is it? I can get you something else if you don’t like it. A beer? A mixed drink?”
He took a sip and his mouth puckered. “It’s fine. Thank you.”
Tyler could tell that it tasted terrible.
“Ca—Cary?” Jessica stammered. “Can I please have your autograph?”
I called it.
“How about a picture?” Cary offered.
Tyler took a sip from her bottle, not amused by the server’s interruption.
Jessica’s gaze shifted to Tyler, then bounced to the rock star. “Are you serious?”
In an attempt to be the bigger person, Tyler put down her beer. “Here, hand me your phone.”
Jessica did just that and Tyler took their picture.
“Are you coming to my show?” Cary asked.
Jessica lowered her gaze to the ground. “I couldn’t get tickets.”
Cary pointed to the suite. “See that tall guy standing in the corner?”
“Yeah, he’s pretty hard to miss.”
Isn’t Jessica a fucking comedian.
Cary laughed. “Ask him to put your name on the guest list.”
“Thank you!” Jessica said, and with a skip in her step she took off to see Vegas.
“You’re good with the Kingers.” Tyler gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Are your parents coming tomorrow?”
In all the years she’d worked at SDM, she’d never met the Kingstons.
Cary shook his head. “No.”
“They’re not?” She cocked her head to the side. “Brandon’s less than three hours from here.”
He shrugged. “They’ve seen me play a million times.”
“Did you invite them?”
“They don’t need an invitation, Tyler.”
“No, but they need their names on the guest list.” She kicked into work mode, making sure they’d get into the venue. “Invite them.”
