CHAPTER 38
CARY
The low hum of conversation filled the private suite, muffled cheers from the arena rising beyond the glass. Cary leaned back, beer in hand. “So, I hear you’re moving?”
Vegas took a sip of beer, eyes on the game. “Yeah. Got to thinking after we talked. My renters were leaving anyway, so . . . figured it was time.”
Cary nodded. “No, I think it’s great.”
Vegas finally glanced at him. “Are you still thinking about moving?”
Cary’s gaze drifted to Tyler laughing with her family near the bar. His mom stood nearby, smiling brighter than he’d seen in years. “Tyler really wants to.”
“So move.”
“To Winnipeg?” Cary scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
Vegas gestured toward his parents. “Your family’s close too. And no press hounding you here.”
Cary exhaled, rubbing his face. He knew all of that. Tyler wanted this. His mom would love it. And maybe, just maybe, he would too.
Vegas nudged him. “What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing, I guess.”