Page 52 of Secrets on Ice

“Neither do we. We wanted to pay it off before we had kids,” Ember adds.

“And we are never going to work in the business again either,” Cass states.

“True. Will be sad to say goodbye to the team, but honestly, I don’t trust that they didn’t know,” Ember says.

“Agreed,” Cass says.

“Then let’s pack the rest of this shit up and get the hell out of here,” I tell them, and they agree.

There's another knock at the door. All three of us freeze, my heart can’t take the excitement anymore.

"If that's another man in a suit, I'm not answering it," Cassidy says.

I check through the window, and it’s a teenager standing on the porch balancing two pizza boxes, with absolutely no idea he's walked into a crime scene.

"It's the pizza."

"He can stay," Cassidy says.

I open the door, grab the pizzas, give the kid a big tip, and slam the door shut, then text Emmett to let him know it’s here.

Moments later, he walks in the front door. “I’m starved,” he calls out. We eat sitting on the floor between the boxes, the pizza resting on top of the MAYBE box because it's the only flat surface left.

“I can’t believe those assholes served us,” Ember mumbles around her slice of pizza.

“Forget them, Em. We’ve got this. This is what we needed to know we are on the right path,” Cass tells her.

“You should probably let the lawyer know,” Emmett says.

He’s right.

The girls call the lawyer and let her know they have been served. Emmett and I turn our backs to them while they chat with their lawyer.

“Fucking spineless assholes.” Emmett curses.

“What was the point of that? I thought they were all amicable.”

“Well, it’s not now,” Emmett states.

“Maybe we need to pay those two assholes a visit later.” I look over at my best friend.

“We promised the girls we wouldn’t,” Emmett says.

“I know, but watching her go through her love notes from that fucker and then breaking down because she’s worried she’s too old to ever have kids. I’m sorry, but I need to defend my sister,” I tell him.

“Ember had the same freak out,” he tells me. “But maybe the boys want us to go over and cause a scene, it would help their divorce if we did.”

“Shit, I didn’t think of that. You’re right.”

“Wouldn’t put it past those weasels.”

The girls hang up with the lawyer and give us a smile.

“Countdown has started. One hundred and twenty days, and we will be free of those men,” Cass says, looking the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time.

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