CHAPTER 48
CARY
Later that evening, Cary lifted a glass of red wine from the high-top table. “Can you believe I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, eyes wide as he turned to Vegas, who was nursing a beer.
“Congrats, man.” Vegas clinked his glass. “You nervous?”
“Hell yeah. I’ve never held a baby, let alone changed a diaper.”
Vegas chuckled. “Pretty sure you can afford a nanny.”
“We’re thinking of doing it ourselves. I mean, I say that now .
. .“ Cary laughed, nodding at a WAG board member as they passed. “Part of the reason I’m taking time off. I didn’t know she was pregnant when I made the call, but the timing worked out.
Tyler was born to be a mom. I couldn’t be happier. ”
He leaned in, lowering his voice. “As for you—Allie knows a dozen tours you could jump on, but I’m keeping you on the payroll. Just in case. Can’t have you running off to join the circus.”
Vegas took a long sip. “I’ve had a couple offers.”
Cary clutched his chest in mock pain. “My body’s not even cold yet.”
“Relax.” Vegas clapped him on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t let anyone else be your TM. Except Kim, maybe.” He tucked his hair behind his ears. “So . . . should I get a suit for your wedding?”
Cary stepped closer, voice low. “You can wear whatever you want. But I’m swearing you to secrecy—not even Kim knows. We’re getting married on July first.”
Vegas’s eyes widened. “That’s in two weeks!”
Cary grinned and raised his glass. “What can I say? I’m not a patient man.”