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“We just performed a new hit single; that’s what’s going on.”

“Why were you on stage with Brodie?”

“It was his idea. He found out that I’m Corley Hewitt, and he wanted to test out ‘Sideline.’”

“Yeah, but why did he need to perform it with you?”

“He asked; I agreed. It’s not complicated, Greg. And it was an honor for me to sing with him. If you’ve seen the videos on social media, you’ll know that the response was overwhelmingly positive.”

“I’ve been watching the videos and photos and reading the comments. And there’s a fuckton of chatter about you. They’re saying there’s something between you and Brodie.”

That statement hit me right in the guts.

In the nuts, too.

Yeah, I more than liked the idea of Brodie being mine.

“What do you want me to say, Greg? I can’t control what people think. He and I have worked closely together for four years. We have trust and friendship and—”

“I get that; I’m not stupid. But if you’re fucking around with my best-selling artist and in direct violation of your contract, then we have a problem.”

I paused, unsure of what, if anything, I should say.

I didn’t want to lie, but also, it was none of his goddamn business at this point. I was protective of Brodie and me, and this new relationship growing between us. It was the best thing to happen to me, and for once, I didn’t care about the implications for my job.

Brodie was a grown man, and so was I, and this was our choice. Neither one of us was heading into this with our eyes closed.

Or maybe I should just up and quit before anything happened. Would that be best?

Then I imagined Brodie’s reaction to that news. He’d probably burn the fucking world down.

“I have to get back to work. I’ve got media here for post-concert interviews.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t answer my question.”

“If there’s an issue, I will come to you,” I bit out and tapped end.

Yeah, I did. I hung up on my boss.

I wanted to tell Greg to take my contract and shove it up his ass, but the timing was all wrong.

My phone buzzed again.

Greg: We are not done with this. What about Brodie’s date? How the fuck does that play out in all this?

The date still holds.

Greg: No one’s going to buy it now.

Of course they will. He’s a rock star. It’s not like they assume he’s only interested in one person.

Greg: That’s a shit answer, Van. You better have more to say when I call you first thing tomorrow.

My boss was going to be sorely disappointed.

More than he already was.

CHAPTER20

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