He grins. “But what if she didn’t have to answer calls and emails from Mike? What if she was the boss?”
“I already tried to convince her to start her own management company. She wasn’t interested.”
“Because she’s afraid we’re committing career suicide by firing Mike,” Cash says.
“I don’t give a shit about Mike,” Gibson grumbles.
Dylan nods. “None of us do. And we don’t have anything to prove to anyone anymore. We’ve made our fortunes. As long as we can continue to make music and play in front of our fans, I don’t care what number our song is at in the charts.”
“Me either,” Cash agrees.
The rest of my bandmates nod in agreement. Our days of chasing number one are apparently behind us.
“There are more important things in life than platinum records,” Gibson says.
“And Leia said she’d love to work with Aurora and help her set up a company,” Fender adds.
“Are we in agreement?” Cash asks. “We’re going to fire Mike?”
“Hold on.” I hold up a hand. “What if Aurora doesn’t agree?”
Gibson smirks. “This is why we’re firing Mike before you tell Aurora.”
Cash digs his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll handle it now.”
“You’re going to fire our manager of over a decade on New Year’s Eve?” I ask.
He shrugs. “It’s as good a time as any.”
Gibson chuckles. “And here I was worried about my first New Year’s Eve sober.”
“You okay?”
He waves away my concern. “I’m fine. You’re still a dead man.”
“What do you mean? Isn’t firing Mike enough of a gesture?”
“Dude,” is all he says.
“What do you suggest?”
He smirks. “I have a few ideas.”
Good. Because I’m all out of ideas. My mind is too busy coming to the realization that I love Aurora.
I shouldn’t be surprised. The woman has tempted me since the first time she flashed me her smile. I’ve dreamed about having her in my arms and in my bed for a decade.
I finally have her right where I want her. I’m not letting her go. Ever.
If I have to grovel to get her to forgive me, I will. Aurora is worth everything. I won’t lose her.
Chapter 35
Sneak attack – works best if someone doesn’t have her phone
Aurora
I lay in the bed in the guest room at Indigo’s house and fantasize about staying here forever. Indigo may be the nosiest person I know and she thinks she’s a spy, but she won’t let Jett into the house without my permission.