“You know, you really understand musicians. And I’m not just saying that. I think we both know I’m not all talk by now.”
“I can’t help it.” She shrugged. “I was raised by one.”
“Maybe you should go out on your own?” Cary suggested. “I know you’re unhappy at SDM, or at least with Sebastien.”
She stopped mid-rub and rested her chin on his shoulder. “If I went out on my own I’d want to work with Kim and Allie—make it a full-service operation.”
“So, do it!”
“Have you met Sebastien?”
“I know he’s a little rough around the edges.”Rough around the edges?A hand saw was smoother than Sebastien. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.”
“No, you won’t,” she said firmly. “I’m not ready to leave yet.” He glanced back at her. “Cary?”
“I promise.” He crossed his heart.
She stared at the ceiling. “I could sign that girl band I was telling you about. And Nadie when she’s done school. But I’d want to take Yestown with me. I found them myself.”
“You should talk to Bob Shaw about setting up your business.”
She burst out laughing. “Yeah, right. And Bob Shaw won’t tell Sebastien?”
“Trust me.” His look turned dead serious. “He won’t.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“He manages my finances outside of SDM. I hired him after he got sober.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Well, he’s keeping it on the down-low from SDM.”
It was the first intermission when Tyler’s phone vibrated. Dylan called on FaceTime, knowing they were in between periods. Like the rest of the Robertsons, her sister was a die-hard Jets fan.
Cary glanced at her screen. “Is your sister upset with me?”
“No, she’s cool,” Tyler said. “She didn’t think you were cheating—I mean, with someone else. She’s doing her Valentine’s Daycheck-in.”
Tyler answered the call. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Rory says Happy Valentine’s Day, too.” She waved Rory’s paw into the phone.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Cary said, moving his face into view.
“Cary?” Dylan’s eyes widened.
“Are you surprised?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess. But I’m glad you’re there,” Dylan said, her voice warm with sincerity.
Tyler blinked, a little thrown. She’d expected a smugI told you so—Dylan had been insistent that Cary hadn’t cheated. But there was no gloating, just quiet support.
“Best Valentine’s ever,” Tyler said. “Indian food and a hockey game.”
“I think I can make it better.” Dylan thinned her lips into a smirk. “I’m pregnant!”
Tyler covered her mouth. “Shut the fuck up!”
“You shut the fuck up,” Dylan laughed.
