CHAPTER 36
CARY
“Tyler wants to move home,” Cary said on their flight to Denver the next day. The words sat heavier than he expected. In theory, there was no reason he couldn’t live there—and keep his place in Malibu.
Vegas turned to him. “Like, home-home? Winnipeg?”
“Yeah.” Cary plugged his phone into the seat’s charging port. “I’m just thinking about it. Don’t get any crazy ideas.”
Vegas reclined his seat, shooting him a knowing look. “It’s not really your scene, man.”
“I know.” Cary sighed. “But she said I’m never home. And she’s right.” The realization gnawed at him more than he wanted to admit.
Vegas shrugged. “Real estate’s cheap. That’s why I bought a place there and rented it out.”
“That’s the least of my worries.”
Vegas chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I’d give up my place in Vancouver in a heartbeat to move back. Honestly, I’m over it.”
Cary leaned in, voice low. “What about Kim? Would she go?”
“She’s ready for something new,” Vegas said, pulling a deck of cards from his bag and tapping them against his palm. “Vancouver’s nice, but not exactly convenient. And those fucking bike lanes.”
A change. That’s what he needed.