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He got up from the table too, but instead of going after Mom to comfort her, I heard the door to his study slam shut.
“Fuck me,” I said to the sky. My eyes found Jonah's glass lights, glowing above the now-empty patio with a table full of half-eaten dinner. The scene of a hasty getaway.
I stared at the lights until they blurred into fuzzy white orbs.
“Now what the fuck do I do, Jonah? She’s there. I’m here…”
Of course, I knew what he’d answer.
Love her.
I closed my aching eyes and rubbed my aching chest.
“I do, Jonah,” I whispered, my words swallowed by the night. “I already do.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY
“Are you sitting down?” Grant said, his voice on the speakerphone breathy and high-pitched.
Phoebe shouted from the background, “Sit the hell down. Or you’ll fall down, break your throat, and thenSony motherfucking Musicwon’t want to sign you!”
“That’s how you tell her?” Grant said. “Seriously, Phoebe?”
I sank onto my couch. “I’m sitting,” I said. I swallowed over my heart pounding in my throat. “Are you for real? Sony Music?”
“Their office just called,” Grant said. “They want a meeting. It’s the video, Kacey—closing in on one million views. And sales are still going strong. We’ve been fielding calls from mid-line labels all week, including the one who has Rapid Confession. But I held out. I knew it was only a matter of time until we reeled in a big one.”
“The biggest fucker in the sea,” Phoebe yelled. “The Moby Goddamn Dick of labels.”
“Oh my God,” I said, blowing air out my cheeks. “And they want a meeting? When?Where?”
“A week from Monday. Here. Downtown. Dude, they’re sending people tous.I already said yes. If you have plans, break them.”
I laughed, overwhelmed. “No plans next Monday.”
“Good,” Grant said. “Now get dressed.”
“It’s six o’clock at night,” Phoebe said. “You think she’s walking around naked?”
“I meant, get dressedupto goout,stupid,” Grant retorted. “To celebrate.”
“I can’t go out tonight,” I said.
“Why?”
I have to call Teddy.News this big wouldn’t feel real until I told him.
“You guys go out and celebrate for me, okay? And hey, listen?”
“Yes, my queen?”
“None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. I’m not going to forget it.”
“Thanks, Kacey,” Grant said. “This is so—”
“Do you know what this means?” Phoebe shrieked. “Oh my God, we are going to be fucking rich.”
