EPILOGUE
Later that year, Cary topped the charts with two number-one hits. “Happy Merry Christmas” had cemented its place as a holiday classic, ensuring Bert never had to work again. But like Cary, he loved playing music—so he did.
Leonard “Lenny” Kingston was born on Valentine’s Day, named after the Humbler. He had his dad’s bright hazel eyes and his mom’s dimples—everything Tyler had hoped for, yet still couldn’t believe.
Cary’s parents practically moved into their guesthouse, with plenty of space for Bert and the Grants.
Dylan and Joe named their son Hassun—“Hass” for short—a Cree name meaning “stone.” Tyler and Cary refused to hire a nanny, grateful for the extra help.
Even Dylan admitted buying the property had been a good idea, eating her words with a grin.
Rory was just as happy. He had a yard to roam and a brother to nap with. But once Lenny started walking, Rory’s days of peaceful rest were over—chase became his new favorite game.
Except for Coachella—which was a smashing success—and a few corporate gigs, Cary took a full year off from touring to be with Lenny. Fatherhood ignited something in him. Tyler loved hearing him sing around the house. Sometimes she thought it was the radio—then remembered they didn’t own one.
KAT Management Inc. was thriving. They’d signed all their artists, including Nadie, a double threat. She was set to star in a major motion film, and her debut album had shot to number one.
Allie and Kim weren’t just business partners; they were family. The women worked hard and laughed even harder.
Tyler was having fun again.
Living in the middle of the country made Vegas’s life easier. He’d joined another tour but still flew home between gigs to see his girlfriend. Kim and Vegas knew they’d have kids one day, but for now, babysitting Lenny scratched the itch.
Allie and Porter made their long-distance relationship work, thriving as a power couple in the industry. Conferences worldwide paid thousands for their keynote addresses—always with Allie insisting on top billing.
Tommy was still an agent but had pivoted to selling real estate in West Vancouver. Owning the suits made for an easy transition. He thrived on showing rich divorcées luxury homes and spinning stories. At least now his clients were age-appropriate.
Bob Shaw had retired to Salt Spring Island but still worked part-time for Cary and KAT Management, handling finances. He’d met a wonderful woman in his support group, sober longer than him, and was happier than ever.
Sebastien was the last man standing at SDM. He still had his legacy acts, but without Cary, keeping the lights on was a struggle.
For the first time in two decades, Cary Kingston failed to make the Most Eligible Bachelors list.
And nothing made him happier.