McCall, behind the bar. Nikki, J.T.’s wife, and his brother Ty had made Titan a small fortune over the years and helped them maintain their reputation as one of the most sought after record labels in the business. “Hey,” Ryan said, shaking J.T.’s hand. “I didn’t expect the boss man to be here. The last few times I’ve been in, the manager said you only come in for a couple of hours around lunch time to check on things.” “That’s true, but I knew this party was a big deal for you guys. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.” J.T. led Ryan toward a booth. “Have a seat. Let me get you a beer. Your party planner’s in the back hasslin’ my chef.” Ryan laughed. “That sounds like her.” Courtney had planned dozens of events for them this year and he knew the evening would go off without a hitch as long as she was here to tend to the details. “Hope she’s not givin’ y’all too much trouble. I know she can be a bit tough to rein in at times.” J.T.
