Chapter 58

“I’m really okay. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I’m not saying you can’t handle it,” Sean countered. “Only letting you know you don’t have to worry over it alone. I’m here, Em.”

Emerson looked way from the window and gazed at Sean in wonder. Such simple words, but they meant the world to Emerson. He knew Sean was there, of course, but hearing it aloud made some of the tightness in his body loosen.

“You know,” Sean said conversationally, which immediately let Emerson know he’d worked up the courage to say this. “If you perform in Boston and hate it, we can find someone else. I don’t want you to think you’re backed into a corner. You’ve never signed any contractual dates.”

Emerson turned his body to face Sean. “I don’t want you to sing with someone else. I won’t share.”