CHAPTER 63

“I have no idea where we’re goin’, man, so if she says she’s happier with you comin’ along, then get in your car and follow us.”

I leaned out of the window and whispered to Ajay, “Records Office.”

“Ahhh.” He smiled, looking at Conor knowingly.

“The fuck? You’ll tell him but not me?”

I smiled sweetly, flipped the car around, and drove out of Santa Monica. Conor grumbled the whole way, presumably to coerce me into telling him. I wouldn’t, though. Not until we get there.

My surprises were definitely better than his.

Still he moaned, muttering to himself, and when a Dirty J. song came on the radio he shut it off. I laughed, making the turn onto the road that’ll take us to the records office.

Conor sat up straight when I pulled into the lot. Ajay pulled up beside us, and so did a bunch of media.

“We’re—what?”

My lips curled hesitantly, and I got out without responding.

Ajay got out of his car. “Conor, move your ass before they jump on you.”

Conor joined me and wrapped his arm around my wai