It’s like a big family secret that everyone knows about, but no one ever talks about.
Memphis brings the glass to his lips. “Things change. So do people.”
Skylar turns to face him. “Well, I hope you enjoyed the show, because it’s the last time you’ll see them.”
No one says a word, because it’s clear Skylar just got the last one.
Until Memphis speaks.
“You were wrong before, Sky.” The corner of his mouth crooks up and the look he gives her is so cold it chills me to the bone. “Gwen isn’t my baby mama. She’s my soon-to-be fiancée.”
My heart catapults to the floor, and I feel like the worst friend in the world.
Given I didn’t hear anything about Memphis and Gwyneth getting married after Quinn told me about the convo she overheard, I figured he came to his senses and it was no longer a thing.
Therefore, I didn’t tell Skylar.
I really wish I had, because even though she tries to play it cool, pain splashes across her face before she walks out.
“Have another drink, motherfucker,” Storm grumbles as Chandler chases after her.
Memphis downs the liquid in his glass. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” I blurt before I can stop myself. “You insulted her for no reason, not once, but twice. For someone who’s having a baby and getting ready to propose, you seem awfully fixated on another woman.”
Memphis looks past me at Phoenix. “You better control your girl.”
Phoenix moves in front of me. “You better take her advice. Or the only thing I’ll be controlling is the way my fist rocks your jaw.”
I nearly jump out of my skin when Memphis launches his glass at the wall and it shatters. “Fuck this. I’m out.”
“Awesome way to celebrate the last show, guys,” Storm mutters as Memphis leaves.
A ball of anxiety lodges in my esophagus. “He didn’t mean he was out of the band, right?”
Phoenix and Storm exchange a look. “Nah. He’s just dealing with some shit.”
So is my friend.
“I’m gonna go check on Skylar.”
“I’m coming with,” Quinn says.
Leaning down, Phoenix gives me a quick kiss. “Don’t take too long. We have to be up early tomorrow.”
That’s…strange. “Why?”
“Come on. Let’s go.” Quinn yanks my arm so hard she nearly rips it out of the socket. “I need the tea.”
CHAPTER 67
LENNON
Everything hurts and I’m dying.
Something digs into my back, only it’s not the something I’ve come to look forward to in the mornings.
It feels like…a foot.
My mind spins as the events of last night come rushing back to me in one big blur.
Skylar told me she’d forgive me for not divulging what Quinn overheard if I went back to her hotel room and got drunk with her.
So, I did.
Quinn naturally wanted to join us, even though she didn’t drink.
I think. I hope.
One thing led to another and our bay breezes soon turned into tequila. Lots of tequila.
I vaguely remember Phoenix coming in to check on us.
Then Storm showed up shortly after…because Phoenix needed backup.
And then at some point Chandler came in and started yelling at us…which really upset me.
Oh god.
I’m pretty positive I told him that his dick wasn’t big enough for his attitude.
I crack an eye open, but immediately close it because the blinds aren’t shut and holy hell, it’s way too bright.
Probably because Skylar was flashing the people of New York her tits from the window…while I was mooning them right alongside her.
My brain pounds against my skull as I remember what happened next.
I told—or rather demanded—Phoenix do anal.
Given my ass is still intact, I think it’s safe to say he didn’t take me up on it.
After that, things are super fuzzy, but I do remember Quinn—the responsible one, bless her—ordering us pizza and putting us to bed.
Although I’m not quite sure which one I ended up in.
“Morning, party animal.”
I pry my eyelids open at the sound of Phoenix’s voice.
He’s standing over me with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Pushing up on my elbows, I peer down.
Yup, definitely a foot poking my side. Quinn’s foot.
I try to sit up fully, but I can’t because Skylar’s arms are locked around me…like I’m her personal teddy bear.
I have no idea how the three of us slept tangled up like this in one bed.