CHAPTER 26
CARY
Cary had planned to tell Tyler he loved her in a more romantic way.
Hell, he’d even practiced it—gone over the words in his head like lyrics to a song.
But now, all he could think about was the look on her face when she asked if he’d cheated on her.
With Emma. With anyone. The accusation cut deep, and the regret went deeper.
He should have told her sooner. Maybe then she wouldn’t have doubted him.
But what didn’t make sense—what still didn’t make sense—was why they had to hide it from Sebastien. Why would he sabotage Yestown? Why would he care? Cary knew he had to figure it out. Fast.
And then there was the goddamn Lifetime Achievement award.
Was he really that old?
Sure, he’d been in the game for decades, but he wasn’t finished.
Not even close. The old songs were for the fans.
He was still chasing the next hit, still hungry.
He wasn’t the kind of guy to sit around reminiscing about the glory days—there was too much ahead.
He was grateful for everything that had come before, but the best?
The best was Tyler Robertson. And he’d found her.
Now he just had to make sure he didn’t fuck it up.
He hadn’t slept in two weeks, and it showed. His performances had been shaky, off-kilter. He should have refunded the fans, but Vegas said the reviews were glowing. Great, even.
But Cary knew better.
Music journalism had never been honest with him before. Why would it start now?