“We need to talk?” Evan stared at the message from Riley, his heartbeat suddenly racing through his whole system. “That’s not good.”
“Evan,” Hank said, poking his head out of the conference room. “Greg has John on the phone.”
Of course he did. They’d been waiting to get their producer from TriCities on the phone for days. Of course he’d call right when Evan had gotten the worst text of his life. “I need a minute,” he said.
“Nope,” Hank said. “Come on, man. We’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He was right, and Evan couldn’t make his band wait because Riley was going to break up with him. With a heavy heart, he turned and went back into the room.
He barely listened as John and Greg spoke, though everyone else in the room seemed rapt, on the edge of their seats. Evan wasn’t sure
