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We both fell silent until we got to the brunch restaurant. When we sat down and looked at the menu, Lacie looked at me.
“Maybe we will marry The Mondays,” she said.
“Maybe,” I replied, grinning.
“It would be perfect. It would solve my money issues for my mom’s treatment, and it would solve your Seth problem. He couldn’t compete with a word-famous musician.”
“That’s true. Maybe I should just go off the pill and let one of them knock me up,” I replied, laughing.
“Good idea,” Lacie replied. “I’ll do the same.”
We giggled, shaking our heads. It was a nice fantasy, but we both knew it wouldn’t happen. I looked at Lacie and grinned.
“And plus, Morgan desperately needs to get laid.”
Lacie laughed.
“Yeah,” she said. “That too.”
Chapter 2 - Carter
Divorce is expensive, apparently.
Especially when you and your ex don’t get along. I stared at the invoice from my lawyer with my head in my hand. Between these bills and giving away half of everything I had to my ex, it was looking like I wouldn’t have much left. I put the papers down on the smooth marble kitchen island and sighed.
Maddox, the drummer in our band, appeared in the doorway. He was wearing boxers and a silky, paisley bathroom and the distinctive pallor of a bad hangover.
“What’s wrong with you?” He grunted, going to the fridge and taking out a beer.
“No breakfast?”
“Can’t face food yet,” he replied. He nodded to the papers. “Lawyer?”
I grunted. We’d been living together ever since we were seventeen, when we left our parents’ houses to move to LA and try to make it big. I’d only moved out to live with Angela, my ex, and Maddox had taken me back in when it all fell apart. Even when we made money, we still stuck together, and Maddox knew everything that went on in my life.
Including my ongoing divorce.
“Fucking Angela,” I huffed. “She’s getting way more than she should and she just won’t let go. It’s like she doesn’t just want a divorce, she wants to ruin my life.”
“Women are cruel,” Maddox said, taking a long sip of beer. He exhaled, sitting down beside me on a bar stool. He looked at the bottle of beer and shook his head.
“What happened last night?”
I chuckled. “The usual. At least the house is in one piece. Didn’t bring the party back here, for once.”
“Did I come home with you?”
“Yeah. Passed out in the cab.”
“I still can’t believe you can go out with us and not drink.”
I grinned. “It’s an acquired skill. And plus, I still drink sometimes, I just don’t party like that anymore.”
“One beer after rehearsal doesn’t count,” Maddox grinned. He looked over at the kitchen table and grunted. “Wallet, keys, and phone are there. So at least I’ve got that going for me.”
“You should give up the booze, man,” I said gently, turning back to my papers. “That stuff’ll ruin your life.”
“What, just because you’re all reformed now, it means I have to stop partying?”
