However, my parents don’t think so. I should be getting a call any day from my mother, reminding me to come back to Ohio to grovel for Richard to take me back.”
“Who wants to be married to someone named Richard?” Sienna asks, scrunching up her nose. “It’s so formal. Did you call him Rick?”
“Or Dick?” London adds with a smirk.
“Definitely no nicknames allowed,” I say, shaking my head. “I once called him Rick, and he said, my name is Richard.”
“Ugh,” Sienna says. “So I bet the sex was all formal, too.”
“And about twice a year,” I agree. “Carter can’t keep his hands off me.”
“That’s how it should be,” London says. “The man you’re with should want to be intimate with you. He should cherish you. He should not ever want to humiliate you or make you feel bad for being successful at what you do.”
“Why would your parents want you to stay with someone like that?” Sienna asks.
“Because divorce is a big no-no.”
“Well, I’m glad you have us,” London says and Sienna nods in agreement. “We think you’re amazing, and divorcing Rick the Dick was the best thing ever, second only to having sex with Carter.”
“Cheers to that.” I clink my glass to theirs and sigh in happiness. “Thanks for being so nice to me.”
“We’re in this together,” Sienna says. “Only we know what it’s like to be with these men. They’re not easy.”
“But they’re worth it,” London says.
Oh God. My head. My alarm is trying to kill me. I shut it off and roll over, coming face-to-face with a snoring London.
Last night comes rushing back to me, and I can’t help but smile, despite the jackhammer pounding in my temporal lobe.
I had the best time. We shopped. Sienna tried on my shoes.
We talked about sex and shoes and everything.
And then we fell asleep.
I frown, remembering that Sienna should be here somewhere, and shuffle out to the kitchen. Sienna’s sleeping soundly on my couch, curled up in two of my throw blankets.
I’m going to be late for work today. Another first.
I find my cell in my purse and discover five texts from Carter. With a wince, I open them, but he’s not mad.
I hope you’re having a fun time with Si and London.
Did you happen to have dinner?
Please call me when you get home.
Blink twice if you haven’t been abducted by a serial killer.
Did you dump me and I wasn’t aware?
I grin and shoot him a text in return.
Sorry! My phone was in my bag. I had a blast last night. In fact, I’m a smidge hungover and will be late coming into the office today.
I send the text and turn to see Sienna sitting on the couch, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “Damn, my head.”
“I’ll get you some Advil. I need some myself.” I pull the bottle out of the cabinet, just as London walks out of the bedroom. Her hair is a curtain over her face.
“Why is it so bright in here?”
“Because we might have had a bit too much fun last night,” Sienna says, gratefully accepting the pills and the bottle of water I pass her. “Thanks.”
“I need some of that,” London says. “And coffee. All the coffee in all the land.”
My phone buzzes with a text from Carter.
Hungover? What the hell happened last night?
I show Sienna my phone and she laughs, then shows it to London.
“I guess we’d all better let the guys know we’re alive.”
London and Sienna reach for their phones and I reply to Carter.
I made some new friends. Sienna tried on my shoes and we drank all the vodka in Manhattan. I’ll be there by ten.
“I have rehearsal in an hour,” London says with a groan.
“I don’t have to be to the office until noon,” Sienna says.
“I’m already late,” I add and we all grin at one another. “When are we doing it again?”
Chapter Nine
~Carter~
“I could have gone with Grandma tonight, so you could pick Nora up by yourself and have a gross kissing sesh in the limo.”
I stare down at my daughter, who’s all dolled up in an adorable blue dress, with curled hair and just a hint of mascara on her lashes, not that I think she needs it, but she begged.
And she’s been such a trooper lately, I couldn’t turn her down.
I did, however, say no to the winged eyeliner. Whatever the hell that is.
“I want you with me,” I reply mildly. “Are you excited for tonight?”
“I always love to go to London’s shows,” she replies. “Maybe I want