“So you’re keeping secrets from me?”
“It’s not exactly a secret, but I thought you should know.”
Cary’s eyes flashed a look of worry. “What is it?”
“It’s about Vegas . . .”
“Vegas?”
She nodded. “Sebastien isn’t paying his per diem. That’s the industry standard.”
Without hesitation he said, “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks. Vegas isn’t one to cause trouble,” she said, adjusting in her seat. “So, back on the road tomorrow?” The question didn’t need an answer—she already knew. She’d memorized his schedule, not that she was proud of it. Having that kind of access to his every move probably wasn’t the healthiest habit.
“I am, yeah. Seen anything good lately?” he asked.“Any documentaries you can recommend?”
“I only watch music docs,” she told him. “I’m sure you’ve seen the good ones. I haven’t seen anything new—wait. I stand corrected.The Beastie Boys Storywas amazing. Adam Yauch . . .” She lowered her eyes. “What a tragedy.”
“The Beatles documentary is the only one I’ve seen in years,” he confessed. “MCA was a great rapper and an even nicer human.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “You’ve seen the Metallica one, right?”
“Nope.”
“Cary!” She grabbed his arm. “You have to see it. It’s my favorite movie.”
“Of all time?”
“Pretty much.The History of the Eaglesand Tom Petty’s is good, too, and Rush’sBeyond the Lighted Stageis my second favorite.”
“Okay, okay!” He laughed. “I didn’t think girls liked Rush?”
“They don’t.” She placed her hand over her heart. “But I love them. Why do you think the alarm code to the office is 2-1-1-2?”
“Rush’s album! I didn’t put it together.”
She glanced at her watch and adjusted the band.
“Curfew?” he asked.
“No, it’s Rory. He’s home alone.”
“So”—Cary winked—“he’s my competition?”
There wasn’t a close second.
“I’ve got to warn you, he’s very competitive,” she joked.
“It’s nothing a few cookies can’t solve. I’ve seen him in action.” He leaned forward and held her hand. “I’d like to see you again, if that’s all right?”
“It’s all right. Just complicated.”
“More complicated than deciphering emojis?”
She laughed. “No. Your life . . . Sebastien.”
Cary sighed. “I’ll talk to him.”
