He let out a long sigh and then met her eyes once again. “As you’re heading into this new chapter, you need someone that takes care of you, supports you in all you do. Someone who is consistently good to you. Someone that gets how powerful you are and doesn’t exploit it, but honors it. You deserve the best.”
He stared deeply into her eyes. “I know you’re not going to like me much for saying this, but I’ve seen Sully be that for you before. I hope you two can find your way back to each other. Like I said, I’ll be having a word with him. I may even fly out to see him personally after you and I are done in the studio. It’s important.”
He squeezed her hands. “I love you, kid. I’ve got your back. Keep kicking ass.” He pulled her into his arms and gave her a warm embrace.
Kit’s eyes welled up with tears. Lew’s words went straight to her heart again. She didn’t know why or how those words held so much potency at that moment, but they did.
She pulled back, nodded and smiled through her tears, squeezing his hand. “I will. And I love you too, Lew. My big record label daddy.”
He burst out laughing and leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. “Ok. Off you go, sweetheart. Get some good rest tonight. See you in the studio in the morning. I’ll send a car for you and let A-Dub know. We may need to meet up tomorrow night depending on how things go in the board meeting, so plan on it.”
She grinned and nodded. “You got it. See you tomorrow, Lew.” She winked at him.
He led her out to the foyer and said his goodbyes to Spencer and Alexa. As they were headed out the door, she took one glance back at Lew who was beaming with pride as he waved to her.
She noticed a strange feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t comprehend. She dismissed it and blew him a kiss as she walked down the front steps and out to the curb where a limousine awaited them.
Spencer opened up the door for her. “A-Dub just landed. He’s on his way over to Studio A. Bryan Donald is inside the car. We’ve gotta get your B-side finished tonight. Lew set up a really aggressive production timeline and we need to get the master to them tomorrow.” His eyes met hers. “From here on out it’s gonna be pretty fast and furious. You ok with it?”
She nodded. “Yep. I’ll tackle the first hurdle today. What about the rest of the musicians?”
Spencer chuckled. “Kit, you’re the talent, not the producer or the manager. Let A-Dub and me do our jobs. It’s taken care of. You’re going to go lay down your vocal tracks and be done with it. Ok?”
She grinned. This was a whole new ball of wax for her and strangely she felt massive relief and freedom in it. “Ok.”
CHAPTER 15
Lew returned to his study and took a seat behind the desk. He threw on his reading glasses and scanned through his rolodex. He found what he was looking for and picked up the receiver.
Jonathan walked into the room and pointed to him, shaking his head. “Hey, what are you doing? You’re done for the night. C’mon, your doctor said you shouldn’t be working. I get that you want to get the ball rolling on this deal with Kit, but…”
Lew gave him a determined look. “I just need a few minutes. Go.” He waved his hand, dismissing him.
Jonathan remained, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Who are you calling? You sure as hell better not be calling the west coast right now and rounding up an A&R meeting for Kit or calling Pete to discuss strategy at this hour.”
He shook his head. “It’s none of those. This is personal.”
Jonathan raised an eyebrow and decided to joke with his father. “Mistress?”
Lew burst out laughing. “Ah Jon, you always know how to lighten things up.” He chuckled. “Ok, now get out of here so I can make this call.”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Alright. You can tell me who you called later. Just don’t cut me out of your will.”
Lew laughed again. As Jonathan left the room and closed the door to his office, Lew started dialing a number.
The helicopter landed with ease at the West 30th Street helipad. Moments after touching down, Sully made his way over to the limousine that awaited him. Despite being exhausted from the show and everything brewing in his personal life, he still took the time to strike up a friendly conversation with his chauffeur and helped him load his luggage into the trunk.
Moments later, he was in the back of the limousine staring out the windows as it made its way through the city toward his hotel. He leaned back and shut his eyes, figuring he had time to take a quick nap before they reached his destination. His cell phone rang, thwarting his entire plan.
Angered by it, he didn’t want to answer, but thought maybe Kit had reconsidered and was calling him. He seized it and stared at the number. He didn’t recognize it and ignored it. Seconds later, it rang again, same number. Sully shook his head and set the phone aside. Then once again, the same number popped up.
He let out an annoyed
