“Yes.”
“And heavy?”
“Yes…”
“Shoot.” I pushed off the chair and headed to a closet where we might have a broom. “It’s coming out of your allowance.”
“As long as everyone’s okay,” Mal called from down the hall. “I don’t give a shit. I’ll buy you another one, baby.”
Like I needed one more example of why I loved that man.
“You’re such a lucky bitch,” Paige snarked when I entered the kitchen.
I grinned back at her. “I was thinking the same exact thing.”
Epilogue
Mal
Six weeks later
Another day, another drummer audition.
It was starting to feel like we were never going to find our guy.
Maybe we were expecting too much from the guys.
Maybe there was simply no replacing Gio.
“I’m telling you, this one is the one.” Danny was uncharacteristically excited. He was all but bouncing in place as he tapped at his cell phone’s screen. Which was definitely out of character for our usually staid manager.
“Who are we seeing today, again?” Ryker asked from his sprawled spot on the couch next to me.
“Hunter Adkins,” Danny replied.
“Never heard of him,” Leif huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I told you he was the drummer of a band I had my eye on. Shady Vortex,” Danny muttered, his eyes still on his screen.
“Never heard of them,” Leif repeated.
Ryker and I chuckled at his deadpan delivery. Someone was in a mood.
“You wouldn’t,” Danny replied. “Like I said, I had my eye on them. They broke up a few weeks ago. Creative differences.”
“Let me guess.” I threw Leif a derisive look. “The lead singer slept with the guitarist’s wife’s best friend then ghosted her like an immature asshole?”
Ryker clucked and shook his head like a disappointed papa, then ruined it by fake coughing while muttering, “douchebag,” into his fist.
“You two are so immature,” Leif grumbled. “But for the record, we never slept together. Just kissed and—”
“I don’t need the fucking details, dude!” I protested. “I happen to see Paige on a regular basis. Which is what I told you when you came over. Please don’t shit whereIeat.”
“Hey, I never touched your wife!” Leif shouted.
“That wasn’t my point! Don’t touch her friends. Don’t touch her classmates.” I gestured frustratingly. “This wife is the one. This is it. So please,pleasestop making my life harder, asshole.”
“You’re dating a schoolgirl.” Ryker choked with laughter while he rolled on the sofa and accidentally kicked me with his boot.
