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I smiled. “Let’s do this.”
“We’ll give them twenty minutes or so, sign some autographs and take pictures with the handful of fans who won backstage passes, and then I want you to meet my family.”
“Yes.” I smiled up at him. “I love you, Kingston.”
He kissed me and I was vaguely aware of a camera flash going off.
But that was okay.
I no longer had anything to hide.
EPILOGUE
Kingston
A month later
The European tour was a raging success so far.
The fans loved us, loved the music, and were starting to love Devyn too.
If they had a problem with her history in porn, you couldn’t tell by the crowds at the shows every night. We sold out every show, and Sasha had just added five more to the end of the tour.
As expected, the narrative about porn and abortions had faded away within a few days. We’d had the opportunity to sit down for an interview with a well-known primetime talk show host, and that had made a huge difference. We discussed how it had felt to lose Carter, how he’d been the one to discover Devyn, and even how I’d taken one look at her during her audition and fallen in love.
We were done with secrets and slowly but surely, Devyn was winning over the fans. Especially the women. They were beyond excited that a previously all-male rock band now included a woman, and Devyn was bombarded backstage most nights with young women and girls asking her about playing bass.
And I loved it for her.
Hell, I loved it for all of us because the more popular she got, the more popular we got. All over again. This mini-tour had given our backlist a huge boost, and “Break Your Promise,” which had been out for about six years, was number one in the iTunes store again.
“Kingston.” My attorney, Madeline Aronson, had flown out for a handful of shows and had just arrived earlier today.
“Hey. Good to see you.” I hugged her. “Did you enjoy the show?”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t enjoy the music. I can make money off of you remotely.”
I laughed too.
She was a tough-as-nails, seasoned attorney who knew the entertainment industry inside and out. Which was why I’d hired her to be my personal attorney, even though the band as a whole was represented by someone else.
“So, did you take care of our little problem?” I asked her.
She met my gaze. “I did.” She pulled some papers out of her bag. “Signed, sealed, and delivered.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“You must be Madeline.” Devyn came over to join us, and I realized they’d never met.
I made the introductions, and they made small talk for a few minutes.
“Well, I just wanted to give you those papers and now I’m going to go have a drink.”
“Thanks again,” I told her.
“That’s what you pay me for.” She waved and headed toward the small bar that had been set up backstage.
“What papers?” Devyn asked, cocking her head.
