Page 117 of Sing For Me

I hold out the card. “He wants me to meet with a new doctor.”

She gapes at me. “What? Why would he want you to do that? It took youmonthsto develop the trust you have with your medical team.”

“This guy seems to think I might not need another surgery.”

A flash of pure anger crosses her expression. “Well that’s pretty convenient.”

“Kat—”

“I mean, comeon, Eva. He’s been putting pressure on you to get back to work for months. Trying to convince you that you’re well enough when it’s obvious you aren’t. And now he has some new doctor to trot out who says you don’t need surgery?”

“He’s just trying to help,” I say, even as my gut protests that she has a point.

My sister has never liked my manager. Just like Marissa, she finds him too controlling, too pushy. Too eager to shape me into the bubbly pop princess I had never planned to be. In Kat’s eyes, Dennis’s main concern is whatever cut he can get himself from my earnings.

But it’s hard for me to see my manager as anyone but the guy who plucked me out of obscurity and helped me find the career that allows me to take care of Kat. He believed in me when just about no one else did, fought for me, secured my first record deal.

Yeah, he can be a little pushy and single-minded about my career. But that’s what I pay him for, right?

I drop the card into my clutch purse and slip my arm through hers. “Hey, did you say something about cake? Because I could definitely eat.”

“You ate approximately twenty minutes ago.”

“Yes, Kat, but it’scake. You don’t say no to cake. It’s like, a law.”

She laughs, leaning her head against my shoulder. “I love you, you big weirdo.”

“And I love you too, you little brat.”