Page 173 of Forever To Me

And then Laura, sensing the perfect moment, asks, “So what’s next for you two? More performances?”

And before I can even process the question, Walker leans forward and says, “We’re starting our own label.”

Silence.

I blink.

The interviewer blinks.

Poppy drops her entire drink on the table.

Maggie gasps so dramatically it could win an Oscar.

Mack’s phone clatters to the floor. “WHAT?”

I turn to Walker and grin. “We are.”

He smirks. “Yeah, we are."

The interviewer, clearly realizing she just got the scoop of the century, scrambles for her notebook. “A record label?”

Walker nods, totally unbothered by the fact that I am currently suffering from emotional whiplash. “Red Records. We’re doing this together.”

My heart stutters. Because that’s what gets me. Not just the label. The “we.”

And we never discussed the name. But I love it. I keep it together in front of Laura, but the minute I have Walker alone, I’m kissing the hell out of him.

He says it like it was always the plan. Like he couldn’t imagine it any other way. And just like that, Red Records is born.

Somehow, afterward, we get roped into a photo shoot back at the house.

Literally.

Maggie, clearly running the operation now, hands us a lasso and tells us to ‘make it look natural.’

Walker, who has zero interest in being a model, is currently leaning against his horse, looking so ruggedly perfect that it’s actually rude.

I, meanwhile, am trying not to pass out because Walker in his element is a lot to handle.

The photographer says, “Okay, let’s get a shot of you two on your horses.”

Walker smirks. “You think you can handle riding with me, Red?”

I smirk back. “I’ll ride with you anytime, Asher.”

Cami, from the sidelines, claps her hands. “Yes. This photo is an album cover.”

Poppy nods. “Perfect photo for the magazine cover.”

Mack, snapping a photo on her phone, mutters, “The internet is gonna lose their minds.”

Walker chuckles, adjusting his hat. “We done here?”

Maggie waves him off. “Oh, hush, you looksohandsome.”

The photographer takes a few more shots before stepping back. “Alright, that’s a wrap. This is going to look amazing.”

Walker leans over from the saddle, eyes locked on me. “You know, Red, I think I like this whole ‘working together’ thing.”

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