Chapter 83: THEY HAD OUR BACKS

Flynn squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly. "How did I do? Was I sexy? Did that turn you on, all that masterful behavior?" He grinned wickedly, wiggled his eyebrows like what he'd done was fun, and pulled me into his side. "Fuck everyone. Fuck music. I don't need any of it as long as I have you, Valerie. I could have died tonight. I was lucky I didn't. Knowing you're here and standing beside me no matter what, tells me we'll do just fine."

By the time we got back to the house, Flynn was in a more sombre mood. He spoke to Lee and Niamh, and both said they'd stay with him, without pay if necessary. Pulling out a pad, I started to jot down some of the most basic things I could think of that we could work on, and wondered how to find Flynn new public relations. There was no doubt he'd be discarded by his PR team as soon as they'd heard his statement. But then again, hadn't he just dumped them?