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“Unless you prefer to get fired?” Greg snapped.
“I think Brodie should have a say in this. And the rest of the guys.”
“This isn’t a democracy, Van. It’s my fucking company. I decide.”
“Be prepared for your number one money maker to push back.”
“We’ll see about that. I’ll set up the call one hour from now.”
“Fine.”
So much for being in our own bubble for a while. All our plans to come out in the new year washed away with the tide.
“Tabarnak!” I swore out loud and shoved my phone back into my pocket.
I headed back out to the living room to find Brodie collecting his poker winnings.
I didn’t need to say anything. He saw the look on my face and got up, walking toward me.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need to have a call with Greg and PR in an hour. I’m afraid we aren’t going to get the luxury of coming out when we want. I’ll tell you more when we get home.”
I didn’t want to tell him anything while he was here. I knew he would lose it when I told him what Greg had done.
Brodie nodded and took my hand. Together, we said our goodbyes to his family and promised to return in a week’s time.
We headed back out to the SUV and were home ten minutes later. I didn’t care if the paps that followed us got our picture.
They were late. Our story was already in progress.
I headed for the bar and poured two glasses of brandy. I passed one to Brodie and sat down beside him.
“Take a sip. Better yet, two,” I encouraged.
“Out with it, what’s going on?”
“The pap outside, the first one that arrived, his name is Jordan Jakes. He’s a gossip reporter and former Bandit employee. Greg purposely tipped him off to follow us around here, and now the guy is running a story about our relationship. Apparently, he has pictures. And he’s done a whole story about my background. So, whether I’m ready to come out or not, I’m out. And in no short order, millions of people will know about us.”
Brodie slammed his glass on the table in front of him and leaped off the couch. “That fucking piece of shit! How dare he do that to you?”
“I’m not finished. Given all this and the fact that I didn’t disclose our relationship, Greg is re-assigning me.”
“No!”
“Sweetheart, it might be for the best—”
“I can’t believe you would say that!”
I got up and slid my hand around his waist. “He would be well within his rights to fire me, so I think a compromise is not the worst thing. We’ll be okay. No matter what happens with my job, I’m not walking away from you.”
“But I want you with me, in the studio and on tour. And writing more songs. I know you won’t be working with me forever, but I thought we still had a few years.”
I pulled him in tightly and felt his body trembling.
“We can still write together. That won’t change,” I reassured him.
“Outside of that, what Greg did is wrong, and I’m not going to stand for it,” he growled. “No one should be forced to come out.”
