CHAPTER 42
CARY
How could she just leave like that? They were trying to have a baby, for god’s sake. Until this morning, he thought she was pregnant. He’d pictured their future—nursery plans, baby names, the life they were about to build together. And then, with a few devastating words, it was gone.
Hell, he broke down the second their call ended and cried for an hour. Maybe he should have told her how much this was wrecking him, but he didn’t want to make it harder on her. He didn’t want to pile guilt on top of whatever she felt.
Yes, he wanted her to leave Vancouver.
But not like this.
Not without him.
Cary picked up his phone and called Vegas. “I need you to do something for me,” he said, pouring a glass of whiskey over ice. Penfolds Grange was no match for his pain.
“Sure, what?” Vegas asked.
“Cancel my shows for the next few weeks.”
“But—”
“I don’t care how much it costs. I’ll pay for everything. Send Yestown wherever they want. And have Tommy reschedule my shows, please.”
“Fucking Tommy,” Vegas said. “Are you okay, man?”
“No.” He stood in the kitchen with heavy feet. “I mean, physically, yes.”
“Does Sebastien know about this?” Vegas’s voice was softer now. “He’s going to have questions. What do I say when he asks?”
“Just say I’ve got family issues.” He gulped a mouthful of whiskey and shook his head. “It’s the truth, Vegas.”
After all, he considered Tyler part of his family—the closest person to him in the world.
“Are your parents okay?” Vegas asked.
“Yes.” The ice cracked in his drink. “It’s personal. I can’t get into it.”
“Okay, man. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks, Vegas.”