CHAPTER 22
CARY
Cary hated that they’d fought earlier in the day.
He’d had enough fights with Emma to earn him a championship belt, not that he was proud of it.
He’d spent his entire adult life thinking about himself and now it was time to prioritize someone else.
He was always thinking about Tyler, but he needed to do a better job of expressing himself.
What a sweetheart she was to get excited about the pictures of his family. He didn’t have the heart to tell her they were new. He should have invited his folks to his exhibit. At least he’d have two people in attendance—three, including his girlfriend.
It begged the question: would anyone show up at the gallery? Would they laugh at his photographs? Anyone could point and shoot a camera. Was it too late to cancel?
The gallery’s capacity was capped at three hundred, but he was more nervous than a sold-out concert at Wembley Arena. The music critics he could handle—most of them failed musicians themselves—but art critics had gone to school to rip you a new one in several languages.
They were cultural assassins.
Having Tyler there would make a difference. She was a calming presence—except for earlier, which was unlike her. It was their first real disagreement, but he had changed their plans without asking. He needed to stop being Cary Kingston, rock star, and just be her boyfriend.