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from their parents’ place, Randy Harrods, to keep your horses stabled while you’re gone. He’ll also come by and keep an eye on the house for you. Sell all the cattle, honey. Sell the hay and stop plantin’ it. Before you think you’re puttin’ all your eggs in one basket, you’re gonna make more over the tour to cover ten years of expenses on this place, Brooke.” Her lips parted slightly and she tilted her head. “Boggles the mind, doesn’t it?”
    Logan took up the conversation, “Until the tour, you can record with us on the weekends so the kids don’t miss school, Brooke. Come down on Fridays and stay until Sunday night. Jeanette will entertain the kids for you. We’ve met her and she’s great.”
    “You’re fast, Brooke,” Decklan said, “We won’t have to do fifteen retakes for each song. Which means it’ll be done quick. We’re going to go back over the six tracks we’ve already done and have your voice added to them. We have to get the new album finished in the next month so it can drop a few weeks before the tour.”
    Travis said, “We’re bringin’ a photographer out to get shots of the three of you together. If you’re good with everythin’ we’ve laid out, he’ll be here in a day or two. We need some country shots, some formals, a few casuals, and so on to use for tour promotion and the website. I’d like a copy of that motel pic you showed me. I think we can get that photo-shopped and release it before it has a negative feelin’ attached to it in the media. Nip it in the bud.”
    With a flourish, he spun the contract around to her and she felt her heart slamming into her ribs, “Your attorney’s name is on the top of this page. Lawrence Bagley works on your behalf and reviewed everythin’ but wants you to call his cell phone before you sign a damn thing.”
    In a daze, she took out her phone and dialed the attorney’s number. “Hi, this is Brooke Kincaid. Hi, yes, thank you. Nice to meet you too sir. Yes. Uh huh, Mr. Cash just went over everything. No sir. Not at all, in fact I think it’s too much for, you know singing and playing a fiddle, sir.” She listened for a moment before smiling at Travis who couldn’t help but smile back.
    “No sir, I won’t say that out loud in front of Mr. Cash. Right. Game face, sir. Understood. May I ask you a question? Yes, I need to put a will and guardianship stuff in place for my brother and sisters. Get some life insurance. Can you help me do that? Yes sir. If anything happens to me I need to be sure they’re taken care of. Thank you, sir. It looks like there are several copies here. Yes, I’m sure Mr. Cash will give me one.”
    Flipping through the pages to the back, she saw her own attorney had signed off that he’d reviewed it. “Excellent, thank you, I will. Have a real nice weekend, Mr. Bagley. Okay, Lawrence then. Goodbye.”
    Hanging up, she held her hand out for a pen and tried not to let her hands shake. Travis gave it to her with a sense of watching history about to unfold. She signed each page on each copy and he realized the Bradshaw boys were practically holding their breath until she finished.
    Turning the original back to her new manager, she said, “Seems too easy somehow. Good things should be harder to come by, I think.”
    Travis chuckled, “Tell me that after eight hundred miles and two shows in one weekend.” He reached into his pocket and removed a check. When Brooke took it and glanced down, she went utterly still.
    “I…I…that is, what in the world? This is too much. I haven’t earned this money.” Her mind was working like a pinball game, bouncing between discomfort at holding a check for six figures and sheer joy at the life she was about to provide her family. “I have no idea what to say. Oh my god.” There was true danger of hyperventilation.
    Travis held out his hand and she put hers in it. “Listen to me, honey. You’re already earnin’ that check and you’ll bust your butt in the