I know! I'm sorry!" Color flooded my face as the weight of Solomon's disapproval bore down on me, but I just couldn't keep it in any longer. Not when he was talking about babies and painting a nursery pink. I couldn't keep my secret to myself. I had to tell him about my rookie error, as well as my part in leaking the story to the media. "I didn't mean to speak in front of a journalist." "It's too late for 'sorry.' You should never have opened your mouth." "It won't happen again. I promise." "I hope not. You're lucky this time, Graves. After the band and their management's initial reaction died down, they began to see the positive side of Shelley's story breaking." I dropped into the chair. "Joe implied they stood to make a ton of cash if the various deals went through." "Let's hope so." Solomon fixed me with a hard look. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" he asked. "No." "Let me rephrase that; is there anything you need to tell me?" I thought about the awful impromptu stage performance at the strip club that I managed to quash.
