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Kyle shook her hand, and Brooke sensed the act was a sign of approval. “I always loved it in New York. Thank you, Phoebe. We’ll probably be seeing you around.”
“Count on it,” she answered.
They all filed out onto the street. Phoebe gave them a final smile before leaving for the exterior door to her apartment. Brooke decided to take them in the opposite direction. She and Dean would be grabbing cabs home anyway since they weren’t staying at the house these days.
“Well…” Dean drew out when Phoebe was out of sight. “I think she’s pretty great.”
“Me too.” Kyle stopped on the street, the others following suit. “But Sawyer will have to keep things separate too. He has to make the best choice for starting his career. It helped hearing Phoebe’s perspective, though. I’m in long-game mode now.”
“Me too,” Brooke agreed. “I’m going to talk to Axel.”
“We need to get Sawyer an agent stat.” Madison tapped her boot on the street. “Phoebe can’t be Sawyer’s main sounding board in the art world, and while we’re smart, it’s not our world.”
“No, it’s not, and she’s very persuasive.” Brooke suddenly worried about Sawyer being influenced, but then again, she was inclined to worry. “We’re all tired. I’m going to order an Uber.”
“Me too,” Dean answered, kissing her and Madison on the cheek. “You guys head on home. We’ll see you in the morning.”
She once again watched Kyle and Madison walk off together. If she didn’t know better, she would say they were holding hands they walked so closely, talking quietly.
Dean lowered his phone after they ordered separate cars. “I know I’m the dreamer in the group.”
“No,” she joked.
“But Phoebe is more than a pretty face with a knowledge of philosophy.” Dean smiled in the golden glow of the streets. “Maybe it’s because I did my whole angel investor stuff, but I learned to trust my gut, and my gut’s telling me she brings something else to the Sawyer game.”
Maybe it was the reverent silence of the street and the magic of Paris at night, but suddenly she felt like he was confessing a secret. Possibly Phoebe’s. “I can’t wait to hear it.”
“She’s already protective of Doc. You heard what she said?—”
“I did.” Brooke blew out a breath, wanting to get on board completely. “But that’s no guarantee of anything.”
Dean put his arm around her. “Brooke, there are never guarantees, but therearegood indications. I like her for Doc. Personally and professionally.”
She gazed up at Dean’s face. “It’s early, but I think I do too.”
“I want him to have that perfect person.” Dean’s tone hada whimsical quality. “You and I both know what it feels like. It’s the best thing out there.”
“Yes, it is, which is why we have to make certain we’re right about her and support Sawyer as he goes on this roller coaster.”
Because that’s what best friends did, and Brooke always gave her all.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
He had an agent!
Sawyer shoved back from Kyle’s desk and put his spinning head between his legs, hoping he didn’t hit any of his roommates, who’d rushed him once he’d called out the news after his video call had concluded. “I didn’t think it would happen so fast.”
“Agents are like vultures,” Brooke told him, stroking his back. “They know they have to beat each other to the fresh meat.”
“Nice one,” Dean responded, giving him a friendly shake. “Doc is more than fresh meat. He’s hot artist property.”
He stared at the plush Persian rug on the floor. The geometric design only added to his nausea. He wanted to jump up and down, but he couldn’t stop taking heaving breaths. He was a mess of conflicting emotions, and he hadn’t even gone out on his date with Phoebe tonight.
“We need to call everyone and then grab the champagne,” Kyle said, lowering to a knee and peering up at Sawyer. “You going to make it, Doc?”
Suddenly everything was buzzing. His head weighed amillion tons. Gravity guided him to the floor, where he splayed out, his hand on his forehead. “I can’t feel my body.”
