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“Well, I’m interested in a different label.”
My brow furrows. “Pacific?” They’re Empire’s main competitor.
He chuckles, then squeezes my hand. “You need to work on pitching yourself to potential clients.”
“You want to sign at Blue Rain Boots?”
“The label is named after one of my songs and headquartered in my house. Don’t sound so shocked.”
“But…you wouldn’t make any money. Or if you did, you’d be paying yourself.”
“When have I ever cared about the money, Piper?”
“I just…we don’t have resources. We have two bands, neither of which have played to a crowd of more than two hundred people. You’re…Kyle Spencer.”
Kyle laughs. “I know.” He glances over at me. “If you think it’s too much, working together, I—”
“No, it’s not that.”
“I was going to call Brayden, see what he thought about coming on board. He could help expand everything, hire new people, set up an actual office…” He glances at me. “Would you really be okay with it? Me going back to music?”
I smile. “If you recall, I came to Texas and worked really hard togetyou to return to music.”
He smiles back. “Yeah, I remember.”
I know what he’s really asking.
We weren’t a couple then. I was working in the label’s interests, not mine. Not his.
“I want you to be happy. If that’s performing for sixty thousand people, I want you to have that. If that’s spending three hours fiddling with the tractor instead of hiring someone who could fix it in half the time, then I will stop teasing you about what a terrible mechanic you are.”
His hand tightens around mine. “Iamhappy, Piper.”
Butterflies flutter in my belly when I register the way he’s looking at me.
There’s a glowing warmth in my chest I only experience around him. It feels like being in the perfect place at the perfect time.
With the perfect person.
“Me too,” I whisper.
EPILOGUE
KYLE
Today has been a total disaster.
Months of discussions.
Months of planning.
Plenty of second-guessing.
And now…catastrophic chaos.
“You can’t prepare for everything,” Brayden reminds me.
I grunt an acknowledgment, but the true statement doesn’t reassure me very much. My gaze remains on the stage, watching the roadies rush around.
