“You should invest in some recording equipment for your house and practice. Technology is incredible these days. You can record on your own and upload it to one of the media streaming services, a website, or a bunch of other places to sell your music. Make a little money. Think about it.”

“Thank you.” I can’t help it. I launch myself back into his arms and hold on tight. “Thank you so much, Leo. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I’m glad we did,” he says softly and hugs me back. “You’re incredible. Isn’t she, guys?”

“One of the best voices I’ve heard in years,” Gary says with a nod. “And I’m not blowing smoke up your ass.”

I laugh and wipe at a tear that I didn’t know had formed. “If nothing else, this was really good for my ego.”

“When we go on tour with this album, if you want to join us for this song and as backup vocals, we’ll hire you in a heartbeat,” Leo says.

I gape at him and then laugh.

“Okay, enough. I have plenty to think about here. Thank you so much for this. It was seriously an item on my bucket list that I can now mark off.”

“I’m glad.”

Cam comes into the room and scoops me up in a hug. After we listen to the song twice more, we say our goodbyes and head back for the island.

When we’re at the railing on the ferry, I look over at Cam and watch the wind blowing through his hair for a minute.

“Will you take me to the Caymans?”

His blue gaze whips over to mine. “You want to go?”

“Yes. I need recording equipment. And a car. And some other things. And, damn it, I more than earned that money. I’m going to claim it.”

“Good girl.” He pulls me close and lowers his mouth to mine. “We can go whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll talk to Keegan when we get back. I’d like to go as soon as possible.”

“We’ll arrange it, then.”

Chapter 9

~Cameron~

“Holy shit, this is nice,” Maggie says as we step inside the hotel suite. She wanders to the window and looks out at the ocean, then turns back to me with a grin. “The water looks way different here than it does back home.”

“No kidding.” I walk over to her and slip my arms around her waist, burying my face in her hair. “I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You don’t need to be.”

“I don’t know why I am.” She turns and wraps her arms around my middle, hugging me tightly. “It almost feels like when I go into that bank tomorrow, I’m going to find Joey standing there, and the idea of that makes my stomach hurt.”