CHAPTER 10
CARY
What the hell was that about?
Cary had been looking forward to seeing Tyler since Winnipeg. Counting the days, if he were being honest. But clearly, she’d changed her mind. She wasn’t coming to the show—not until he’d sulked like a kid denied his favorite cereal in the grocery store aisle.
Was it his past catching up to him? Or something else?
The ladies’ man rep wasn’t true. Okay—it had been, once. Back in his youth. Most of his exes had waited around like it was an Adele song, hoping he’d circle back. But he never did. Except for Emma—and she hadn’t changed, hadn’t treated him any better. He should have known better.
At least Rory had been happy to see him.
He smiled and pulled out his phone. Rory looked adorable in his Mutt Muffs, so Cary posted the picture to Instagram. The dog was loyal. Steady. And frankly, the most emotionally healthy relationship in his life.
Outside, the black SUV idled at the curb—doors locked, of course. He half expected to find Vegas sprawled in the back seat before remembering the injury. What the hell was he going to do? Vegas handled everything on tour.
Maybe Kim could help. She was Tyler’s best friend. She might put in a good word.
Cary wasn’t used to chasing anyone. But for Tyler?
One more try. That’s all he had in him.