CHAPTER 12
CARY
Cary waved as the taxi disappeared around the corner. How lucky was he? He’d somehow found the world’s only female Rush fan, and she’d given him more documentary suggestions than he could watch in a lifetime.
Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said—why was she so worried about Sebastien?
Sure, his manager didn’t have the warmest bedside manner, and refusing to pay Vegas while he was injured was indefensible.
This next tour was a big one, and the timing sucked. Six weeks without Tyler? Unthinkable. Maybe she could visit. If not, he’d be back in Malibu for the holidays—and he’d make damn sure she was there too. Who could say no to LA in December?
By then, maybe she’d be comfortable sharing his bed.
She’d looked horrified when she thought he meant tonight. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind—especially after that kiss—but he had no intention of rushing her. Most of the women he’d dated moved fast, like sleeping with him was some kind of shortcut to a ring.
But Tyler? Tyler was different. Tyler was worth it.
Still, waiting was the hardest part.
And right now, so was he.