“What about you?” Sebastien raised his empty glass at Tyler. “Free booze if you’re interested?”
Before she could answer, Vegas ushered him back to his cronies.
Thanks, Vegas. I owe you.
“Why don’t you come by for the first set?” Cary stared at her intensely, pleading with her to go.
“Okay.” She nodded, then had second thoughts. “Well . . . maybe.”
CHAPTER 6
CARY
“She hates my music,” Cary muttered as he climbed into the chauffeured SUV.
Vegas turned his head. “What?”
“Tyler Robertson.” Cary’s tone sharpened. “She hates my music, Vegas. It’s kind of obvious.”
Vegas shrugged. “What the fuck do you care?”
“What did she say? Does she think I’m a has-been?”
That was his biggest fear—becoming obsolete. The records weren’t selling like they used to, and hit singles were few and far between. He’d rather die than have the one woman who actually interested him think he was passé.
“She hasn’t said anything,” Vegas replied, arching a brow. “At least not to me. What’s gotten into you, man?”
Cary slumped in his seat and scrolled through his phone. “Never mind,” he said, even though he was the one who’d brought it up. Tyler was the first woman in years—maybe ever—who made him feel insecure.
After a long silence,Cary spoke again.
“She said maybe,” he mumbled, raking a hand through his hair. Her voice echoed in his head. It wasn’t a yes, but it wasn’t a no either. Somehow, that was worse.
“Maybe what?” Vegas asked.
“Maybe she’ll come to my show.”
What was he thinking? Of course she couldn’t come. Tomorrow was her family’s benefit concert—he knew that. That was her priority.
He turned to Vegas. “How well do you know her?”
Vegas shrugged. “Not that well. But she’s cool as shit.”
“She treats me like a regular person.”
“A regular person?”
“You know what I mean.” Cary’s gaze went still. “Do you think she has a boyfriend?”
The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind until now. Could she?
Vegas laughed. “We don’t braid each other’s hair, man. Want me to ask? I’ll do it. No problem.”
“No! No.” Cary’s eyes widened. “That’d be too obvious. Out of nowhere you’re asking about her love life?”
They weren’t in high school anymore.
Even though it really fucking felt like it.
