12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Maddy smiled for what felt like the millionth time. The photoshoot for the new album took place on Santa Monica Pier on her last day. Filming of the music video for the first single had taken place the past two days and left her drained. With the long hours and her difficulty sleeping, the makeup artist had spent extra time covering the dark circles under her eyes. Whatever she couldn’t hide would be handled by the magic of photo editing.
Maddy didn’t miss back-to-back days like this. She’d forgotten how grueling the schedule could be, and jamming it all into a week was too much. Yet it was worth it, so she could get back to Pelican Bay.
To Dylan.
To Tyler.
Four hours later, the photographers proclaimed they had enough footage to work with. Maddy climbed into the trailer and collapsed in a chair.
The sound of a cork popping signaled their traditional way of celebrating the end of a long day…long week.
“And that’s a wrap,” Marco said, handing her a glass of bubbly .
She’d shared where she was being photographed, and while they didn’t have to, they’d shown up at midday to support her. Plus, since she was returning east tomorrow, they wanted to say goodbye.
While she’d only been in Pelican Bay for two months, Maddy realized how much she’d missed them. She didn’t have any close friends in L.A. outside of Marco and Aiden.
Marco was three years older than Maddy, which put him in his early thirties. He’d partied hard in his twenties and paid the price by blowing most of his money on drugs and ruining his longtime relationship with his best friend from high school. Getting the job at Pacific Records as a session musician and befriending Maddy and Aiden had grounded him and set him on a better path.
Aiden was the oldest of them. At thirty-five, he liked to party, but his vice was sex rather than drugs or booze. From the moment he entered an event, people flocked to him, especially the ladies. While he was all about the casual hookup, he was respectful and didn’t cause any drama.
Both men were different, and she loved them for their uniqueness. They’d been with her from the start of her career and, at her request, toured with her. While they weren’t a band, Maddy felt a closeness with them and appreciated their feedback during practice sessions.
Having friends who had similar values was important to her. They’d been supportive when she got pregnant, and especially after Reece’s death. She knew she could talk openly to them about her dilemma, but she was worried their comments could add to her confusion.
She took a sip of champagne. “I’ve been wanting to talk with you both.”
“We’ve been wondering when you were going to,” Marco said.
Maddy wrinkled her brow. “What do you mean? I’ve talked to you every day since I got here. ”
Aiden shook his head. “You’ve been talking at us, but not to us. We’ve known you long enough to know when something’s up.”
Maddy uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. She hated that she could be so easily read.
“I want you both to visit me in Pelican Bay,” she began.
“We were just there in May, and we’re coming to play at the concert in August,” Marco said.
“Last time, you didn’t get to see a lot of the town. I want you to come earlier and stay longer…a week minimum.”
“Why?” Aiden asked.
Sometimes ripping the Band-Aid off was the only way to discuss uncomfortable topics.
“When I was growing up, there was a singing ice cream shop where I used to work. While patrons were waiting to be served, the waitstaff entertained them with songs and performances,” she said.
Her friends waited for her to continue.
“After Hurricane Samantha, the place closed down.” Maddy took a breath. “I want to buy, renovate, and reopen it.”
Marco tapped his finger against his champagne flute. “A singing ice cream shop. Could be interesting.”
Maddy pulled out her phone and brought up the photos she’d found online along with others Ty had sent her. “Here’s pictures back when it was open.”
“Is that you in the center with the dark, curly hair?” Aiden said when a photo of teenage Maddy appeared on the screen.
“Yeah. It was before I started coloring it red,” she said. “Here’s a video.”
They watched Maddy and others perform while carrying trays with prop ice cream.
“Just when you think you’ve seen everything,” Aiden said .
“Look at our girl, Aid. She was fabulous even back then,” Marco said. “You did theater in high school, right?”
“Musicals.”
“What does buying this place mean to your singing career?” Aiden asked, always the one to cut to the chase.
Marco sat up straight in his seat. “Are you moving to the East Coast permanently?”
Maddy held up a hand. “I’m not sure. Above the restaurant is an apartment. I’d like to convert it into a recording studio. Would it be crazy to split my time between Jersey and L.A.?”
“How would that work?” Marco asked.
“I’d come back to L.A. to record my next album. As you know, it’s the last one I’m contracted with under Pacific. But after, well…” She swallowed another sip of champagne. “What if I went out on my own and recorded in my studio? Maybe we could form the band we talked about and alternate recording time between Pelican Bay and L.A.?”
“You wouldn’t renew with Pacific?” Marco asked.
“I wouldn’t. I’d have my own independent label for anything new.”
“Would you be open to allowing other artists to record in your studio?” Aiden asked.
“Definitely. The space is large enough where there could be a practice room, too. Why are you asking?”
He swirled his drink before finishing it. “I’ve been working on my own material.”
“OMG, Aid. Why didn’t you say something sooner? I want to hear it,” Maddy said, bouncing in her chair.
Marco refilled their glasses. “It’s good, Mad. Damn good. Pop with an acoustic sound. ”
“I’m loving it. Have you talked with Gabe to get his thoughts?” Maddy asked.
“Briefly.” Aiden shrugged. “I don’t know that Pacific is the right fit. What I’m writing is deep and…”
“Soulful,” Marco finished. “Think Lewis Capaldi or Ed Sheeran’s acoustic stuff.”
Maddy picked up one of her guitars and handed it to him. “Let’s hear what you’ve got.”
Aiden set his glass down and accepted the instrument. He’d harmonized a little with her on her songs and, along with Marco, sang some background vocals. But this was different.
He picked out a few notes before starting. The rich timbre of his voice pulled at her, causing her to think of slow-dancing with someone special…with someone she loved deeply.
Like Ty.
The feeling slammed into her, making her miss him even more.
Marco harmonized, adding to the guitar by improvising the rhythmic beat of drums on the table.
When they finished, Maddy wiped tears from her eyes. “Wow, Aid. That was amazing. You need to record this.”
Marco nudged his friend’s shoulder. “See, I told you she’d love it.”
Aiden shrugged with a nonchalance meant to disguise how he really felt about something. But Maddy knew him well enough to know this was important to him.
“If Pacific doesn’t work for you, what are you thinking?” Maddy said.
“A smaller label. One where I could call the shots.”
“Maybe one with small-town roots?”
Aiden gave a slow smile. “Perhaps. But tell us the rest of why you want to start your own recording studio.”
“On the other side of the country,” Marco added .
“I want Dylan to live in Pelican Bay. It will give her stability to be surrounded by people who love her and will teach her the right values. I want her to have a normal life.”
“Our life isn’t abnormal,” Marco said.
“But it’s not the life I want for a four-year-old. Being around my friends has made me realize how much I’ve missed them and living a somewhat normal life,” she said. “In Jersey I’m not only Maddy Kinkaid the pop star…I’m someone who helps a friend with her website, coordinates the Fourth of July parade.”
“And what else?” Aiden asked.
Maddy blew out a breath. He always could read her deeper than Marco.
“I’ve reconnected with someone back there. The brother of my best friend who I had a crush on since I was a teenager. Turns out he feels the same.”
“So, this is about a guy,” Aiden said.
She straightened in her seat. “It’s about me and what I want for my daughter. I felt this way long before Tyler and I started dating.”
“Have you talked to Gabe about it?” Aiden said.
“Not yet. I’m worried he may try talking me out of it.”
“Knowing Gabe, he likely will,” Marco said.
“And with valid reasons, Mad. You’re not just any musician. You’re Maddy freaking Kinkaid,” Aiden said. “Your career was just lifting off when Reece died. Now you’re going to leave L.A. and be a small-town girl? From his perspective, I can see why he’d have concerns.”
“Harsh, Aid,” Marco murmured.
Maddy frowned. “It’s not like I’m hiding who I am. I see fans when I go out and sign autographs and pose for selfies. Who cares where I live? The two hosts from Beach House Flippers live there now, too. You met them back in May when the amusement pier opened. ”
“I remember.” Marco fanned his face. “They are seriously hot. I didn’t realize they’d moved there.”
“The younger brother, Jason, is marrying my best friend. I’m going to be maid of honor at their wedding. They’re still filming and renovating throughout the island.”
Aiden held up his hands. “Okay, I get it. And maybe starting your own recording studio is a good compromise. I’m not against it. I’m just saying Gabe may not see it as a step up in your career.”
Maddy set her glass down. “I’m not necessarily looking for a step up. But I do want to do something that will allow me to keep enjoying what I love to do, in a place I love, where my daughter will be happy.”
“You have to do what’s right for you and Dylan,” Marco said. “Even though it will suck having you live across the freaking country.”
“If I can create a recording studio in Jersey, maybe we can figure out a schedule for recording on both coasts and still work together.” Her eyes filled. “You are important to me. I need you both in my life.”
Marco hugged her. “We love you too, hon.”
Aiden, not one for showing emotion, put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. “I’m not an expert, but you’ve built up a good fan base. My money’s on you to make it work.”
She leaned into him. “When I do, will you be the first artist who records there?”
Aiden shook his head. “You’ll be the first artist who records there. But I’ll be with you and next up, if you think my songs are good.”
“We’ll both be with you. And your songs rock, A.” Marco split the remaining champagne between them. “Now let’s hear more about the guy. ”
Maddy couldn’t stop her smile. “Tyler. He’s my friend Emma’s brother.” She pulled out her phone and brought up the picture of him with Dylan at the pool.
Marco whistled. “And a complete smokestack, hon.” He swiped through other photos, including those from Anna and John’s wedding. “And looks almost as yummy in a suit.”
“How does Dylan like him?” Aiden asked, reaching for the phone and studying the photos closer.
“Dylan loves Uncle Ty, and he’s so good with her. She loves all my friends, and they love her right back.”
“If we come out east early, we get to meet this guy you’ve fallen for. We need to make sure you’re not with another jerkwad like Reece,” Aiden said.
“Deal. I want you both to spend time with all my friends. And guys…” She reached out to take hold of each of their hands. “I love you and am determined to make this work.”
And they knew her well enough to know she’d do everything in her power to find a way to make this work for everyone. Too much was riding on this.
“Wake up, Uncle Ty, wake up.” A tiny body jumped on the bed and bounced.
Three times.
Dylan.
He wanted to groan but refrained. Rather, he attempted to will his eyelids to open, but they weren’t cooperating.
When he didn’t move, small hands attempted to shake his arm. “It’s morning, Uncle Ty.”
Barely. “What time is it, Dyl? ”
“The numbers on the clock are five-five-seven.”
A few minutes before six. Ugh. He gave her points for consistency.
“Why don’t you crawl under the covers with your iPad and watch one of your shows while Uncle Ty gets a little more sleep?”
“You sound like Mommy. She doesn’t like to get up, either.”
She left the room, chattering to herself as she went to her bedroom to get the iPad, he presumed. He closed his eyes and had drifted back off when she crawled in next to him. Her tiny body was warm, and she laid her head on his shoulder and picked out her show. He recognized the music from Moana .
A few minutes later, he heard her sniffle. “I miss Mommy.”
Ty missed her as well. FaceTime and phone sex didn’t come close to having Maddy here with him. “I do too, princess. Did you check the calendar?”
He felt her move off the bed and run to her room. She shrieked and ran back, calendar in tow. “Tomorrow. Mommy’s coming home tomorrow?”
Ty liked how she called Pelican Bay home.
He sat up and tugged on the T-shirt he’d thrown on the floor last night, resigned that he wouldn’t get any more sleep. “She is, but it won’t be until after you get home from camp. How would you like to help me plan a special welcome-home party for her?”
She bounced up and down on the bed. “Really? Can we make cupcakes? Mommy loves chocolate cupcakes with vanilla frosting and chocolate sprinkles.”
“We can.”
“Can we make them now?”
Oh, how he wished he had the teeniest bit of her energy. “How about we make them tonight? ”
“Thanks, Uncle Ty. We need to get food, too.” She furrowed her brow in concentration. “Pizza and salad. Mommy says eating a salad is healthy and cancels out the pepperoni.”
That made him laugh and also didn’t surprise him. “Mommy knows best, and that’s a perfect idea.” He ruffled her hair. “We can make a welcome-home sign and you can draw a picture.”
She clapped her hands together. “Mommy loves my pictures. Let’s call everyone and tell them to come.”
She started to get out of bed, probably to tell Emma and Jason.
“Hold up, princess. Let’s wait until at least eight before we tell anyone. We don’t want to wake people up.”
“Grownups sleep too much.”
“I’ll remind you of that when you’re a teenager. Why don’t you watch your show while I shower? Then I’ll make pancakes for breakfast.”
“Yummy. I love you, Uncle Ty.” She placed a wet kiss on his cheek.
He hugged her close, loving her like she was his own. Was this how it felt to be a dad? Because he’d do anything for this sweet girl.
“I love you, Dyl.”
He skipped shaving and showered quickly. After he dressed, he checked on Dylan, who was still curled up in his bed.
“Want a piggyback ride downstairs?”
She giggled when he held her upside down and pretended not to know how to carry her. Downstairs, he let her sit on a stool at the island and handed her crayons and paper so she could work on her picture for Maddy.
With her settled, he started the coffee and took out the ingredients for pancakes.
“Can you make them Mickey Mouse shapes like before?” Dylan asked.
“You got it. ”
He went into the pantry and removed the box for the electric griddle. On his way past the sliding glass door, he heard a knock.
There were only two people he figured it could be this early.
He opened the door, and Evan stood outside, bakery box in hand. “Glad you’re up.”
Ty stepped aside as he entered. “The question is, why are you up? Usually, the only way you see this time of day is if we drag you out of bed.”
“Long story,” Evan said, setting the box on the island.
“Morning, Uncle Evan,” Dylan said.
“Hey, princess.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Guess what? We’re going to have a welcome-home party for Mommy tomorrow after camp. With cupcakes, pizza, and salad. Can you come, please?”
In typical Dylan fashion, she said all the words as if they were one long sentence. That was followed by her holding her hands like she was saying a prayer and batting her eyelashes.
She was going to be a handful in her teenage years.
“A party sounds like just what I need. Count me in,” Evan said.
Ty filled a sippy cup with apple juice and set it in front of Dylan. “Everything okay?” he asked Evan.
“Is Jace up? I need advice, and three heads are better than one.”
“Not yet,” Ty said.
“I’ll get him,” Dylan said, and jumped down from the stool.
Ty took a step to stop her, but she was already at the stairs, and Evan looked like he needed another friend.
The coffee finished brewing, and Ty grabbed four mugs from the cabinet, pouring coffee in two. Evan set out the creamer and sugar and took the mug from Ty, adding a generous helping of each.
“You look like you didn’t get any sleep,” Ty said.
“I didn’t get much, and it’s not due to anything good, believe me.”
The sound of water running upstairs was followed by Dylan and Sandy running down the stairs. “Uncle Jace will be down in a minute. He asked me to let Sandy outside.”
“That’s fine, but leave her be while she does her business,” Ty said.
She held up her hand. “I know, I know.” She led Sandy outside.
“Four going on fourteen,” Evan said. “She’ll give you and Maddy a run for your money when she hits the tween years.”
“Me and Maddy?”
“I’d hurry and have more kids after you get married, though.”
Ty choked on his coffee. “Married?”
“You want to, right?”
One hundred percent. “Maddy and I just got together. We haven’t even been on a proper date.”
“It’s the twenty-first century, dude. There’s no proper way to date.”
While his friend had a point, Ty was a little old-fashioned in his beliefs on marriage. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be talking about that? There’s a lot to sort out.”
“Such as…”
“Like what coast she’s going to live on.”
Evan scoffed. “She’ll stay here on Pelican Bay. I’m sure of it.”
Ty wished he were as certain as his friend.
Jason came down the stairs wearing basketball shorts and a tee. “Always remember to lock the bedroom door with a toddler in the house.”
Evan laughed. “You get caught in the act?”
“Almost. Thankfully, Sandy barked, and we could cover up.”
Ty made a mental note.
Jason poured and fixed his own coffee. “What’s the emergency?”
“Morgan and Blake called. Again,” Evan said, referring to his parents .
“Twice in a month? What’d you do wrong?” Jason said.
“Other than be born?” Evan sat on a stool at the island and sighed. “Dad was offered the position as head of cardiology at New York Presbyterian. They called last time because they want me to come up in September for some award presentation for him.”
“Sounds like a bore, but okay,” Jason said.
“Not okay,” Evan continued. “They expect me to be the plus-one for a colleague’s daughter who will also be there. Then they want me to drive her back here because they told her she could stay in Pelican Bay for a few months.”
Ty looked at Jason.
“With me…in my house, which is technically their house, as they so eloquently reminded me.”
“Did they give you a reason?” Ty asked.
“They were vague and thought staying on Pelican Bay would help her.”
“That sucks, man. You know who she is?” Jason asked.
“Ava Quinn.”
“You’re shitting me,” Jason said.
“Nope.”
“Who is Ava Quinn?” Ty asked, looking through the window to make sure Dylan was safe and out of earshot.
“Someone who stayed on the island one summer with her family back in high school,” Evan started.
“And who Ev lost his virginity to,” Jason finished.
“We had sex most of the summer until I caught her making out with Ricky Blanchard during an end-of-summer beach party my parents had.”
“Ouch,” Ty said.
“And now she’ll be living with me for the foreseeable future.”
“I take it your parents don’t know your history?” Ty asked .
“Oh, they know. But as usual, they don’t give a fuck about me.” Although Dylan wasn’t in the room, Evan automatically took a dollar out of his pocket and put it in the swear jar.
“What are you going to do?” Jason asked.
Evan shrugged. “Maybe I’ll come stay here until she’s gone.”
Jason patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry, man. The inn here is full unless you want the couch, but you can probably stay at Jenna’s.”
“No can do,” Evan said.
“What happened? Thought you two were hot and heavy,” Jason said.
“A few times. We’re more the get drunk friends-with-benefits types,” Evan said.
“Now that Connor moved in with Abby, the apartment above Mbr is available,” Jason offered.
Evan’s expression brightened. “I may do that. In the meantime”—he nodded at the electric griddle—“bring on the pancakes.”
With the photoshoot over, Aiden and Marco took Maddy out for a celebratory cocktail and appetizers. Later, she met her mom at their favorite restaurant on Manhattan Beach. Maddy ordered the macadamia-crusted mahi, hands down one of the best meals she’d ever had. The restaurant offered a sunset view of the ocean, one of the few perks of California living she would miss, even though a Pelican Bay sunset was pretty spectacular.
After stuffing themselves, they walked along the beach before indulging in double scoops of gelato. Back at the townhouse, they stayed up way too late, talking .
Too excited to get a good night’s sleep, and having told her mom to sleep in, Maddy awoke early and called for a car to the airport. She double-checked her seatbelt and settled back, trying to relax her mind.
She hadn’t had time to talk to Gabe about her plans for Pelican Bay, but figured they’d talk when he flew out in August for the end-of-summer concert. Thankfully, she had found time during the week to meet with Madison, her booking agent, to finalize the tour schedule in April and May of next year, including making a few adjustments to include a few more East Coast venues, like she’d hoped.
Four singles would release over the next few months, with the first coming out right before the summer concert, before the full album released in February. That would give Maddy time to get Dylan settled in kindergarten in Pelican Bay, Emma and Jason’s wedding at the end of September, and Connor and Abby’s in October.
Then she would hopefully be free to focus on the tour in April and May. She’d have to work out who would watch Dylan when she toured, but that was something for another day.
The bigger question was whether she would remain in Pelican Bay after the school year ended, which also was after her one-year promise to stay in her hometown was up.
Thoughts she pushed aside as the plane filled and Maddy waited for it to depart. She didn’t want to think about Gabe, touring, or anything music related. Dylan had been silly and super excited when they FaceTimed yesterday. Something told Maddy her friends had a welcome-home celebration planned.
And if she was wrong, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was holding her little girl and hopefully getting a little alone time with Ty .
“Good morning, Ms. Kinkaid. Would you like a mimosa?” the flight attendant asked.
Normally Maddy wouldn’t drink on the flight, but perhaps it would help her nod off. “Yes, please,” she said, accepting the champagne flute. “Thank you.”
“Make that two mimosas, please,” a woman said before dropping into the seat beside Maddy.
“Mom?”
Her mom smiled and accepted the drink. “Hi, honey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Same thing as you, flying to Pelican Bay.”
“Why?”
She stowed her carry-on and fastened her seatbelt. “I miss my granddaughter, and I need to meet my daughter’s boyfriend.”
“But you know Ty.”
“I know him as a cute kid. Not as an adult who is dating my daughter and could be a stepdad to my granddaughter.”
Maddy’s heart pounded. “Stepdad? We’re far from discussing that, Mom.”
“I’m going to be optimistic. Plus, I can’t let you make a potentially life-changing decision about buying Broadway Betty’s by yourself.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. We’ve been there for each other for all major decisions.”
“What about your job?” Maddy asked.
“I told them I had an emergency back home. They can live without me for a few weeks.” Her mom picked up Maddy’s drink and pushed it into her hand. “Here’s to a fun adventure.”
Maddy clinked her glass with her mom’s. She knew better than to challenge Linda Kinkaid and was glad to have more time with her. Closing her eyes, she allowed the effects of the alcohol along with the motion of the plane to lull her to sleep.
It seemed like she’d barely closed her eyes when someone was nudging her awake and out of a wonderful dream of making love with Tyler.
“It’s time to wake up,” her mom said.
Maddy shifted in her seat and blinked to focus her eyes. “Where are we?”
“Approaching Newark. You should have enough time to use the restroom before we start our descent.”
A little groggy, Maddy grabbed her purse and freshened up in the restroom, pinching her cheeks to add a little color.
They landed and, after a quick exit off the plane, made their way to baggage claim. Although her long-term plans were still uncertain, she had packed a suitcase with more of her and Dylan’s clothes. Plus, her mom had checked luggage.
As they descended the escalator, Maddy saw a man wearing a chauffeur’s cap holding a sign with her code name. Another airport travel tip she’d learned from her peers in the industry was to use a false name where possible to help maintain a level of anonymity.
“Hi, I’m Amelia,” Maddy said.
“Good afternoon, miss, I’m Carl,” the driver said. “Do you have more luggage to collect?”
“We do,” she said.
They chatted about the weather and traffic in Jersey and, thankfully, were among the first people at the luggage carousel. Maddy pointed out their suitcases when they came out.
Carl piled everything onto a roll cart and wheeled it to the exit. It was typical mayhem at Newark, with blaring horns and cars picking up passengers everywhere .
Carl popped the trunk of a silver Suburban and started storing their things.
The back door opened and a familiar figure emerged, holding a single red rose.
Maddy smiled and broke out into a run when she saw familiar blue eyes.
Ty.
He caught her as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and met his mouth in a steamy kiss.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she said.
“We wanted to surprise you.” He set her down and held out the rose. “I didn’t want to draw a big scene with a bouquet of roses.”
“Good call, and it’s beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re beautiful.” He squeezed her tight.
“Wait, did you say we?”
“Mommy!” a voice from inside the car squealed.
Ty gave her a sheepish grin. “I hope it’s okay that I brought her.”
Her heart melted at the kindness of the gesture. “You know me so well.”
She wanted to kiss him again, but then Dylan’s face appeared in the doorway of the car. “Surprise, Mommy!”
Maddy climbed into the SUV, where Dylan launched herself into her lap and gave her a wet kiss.
“Hi, sweetie.” Maddy kissed her daughter. “I missed you.” She hugged her tight, inhaling her sweet baby-girl scent.
“I missed you so much, Mommy,” Dylan said. “Please don’t go away again.”
Guilt at knowing that wasn’t possible pressed on Maddy.
“There’s a surprise for you, Dylan,” Ty said from outside the car. He helped her mom inside.
“Do I get a hug, too?” she said .
Dylan’s eyes opened wide. “Grammy?”
“How’s my sweet girl?”
Dylan went into her grandmother’s arms. “Are you going to live with us, too?”
“I’ll be here for a couple of weeks, and we’ll see after that.”
Ty closed the back door and joined the driver in the front seat.
“Why don’t you let me sit in the front seat, Tyler?” her mom said.
“I’m fine up here, Linda. You spend time with your girls,” he said, making Maddy fall for him even more than before.
“Thanks for arranging all this,” she said.
“I was glad to do it.” He paused a beat. “We missed you.”
She wanted to touch him…sit next to him…climb into his lap. But all she could do was stare at the back of his head and respond to comments he made while Dylan chattered during the hour-long ride home to Pelican Bay.
Picking up her phone, she sent him a text.
Maddy: I can’t wait until we’re alone.
Tyler: Me either. It’s going to be hours, tho. I hope you’re well rested. Maddy: I definitely am. Don’t forget my body’s on West Coast time. So I hope YOU’RE rested.
Tyler: You’re killing me here.
He wasn’t the only one. It was the longest ride of Maddy’s life.