Page 37 of Love Song, Take Two

“Okay, I’m getting drinks. What are we in the mood for?” Micah took her friend’s orders—white wine all around—and walked up to let the bartender know. She heard someone whistle, but refused to turn around, because they definitely didn’t deserve even a minute of her attention. When she returned to the table, Sadie and Tatum were glaring at each other. Sliding their wines over, Micah waved her hands in front of her friends’ faces. “What happened while I was gone?”

“How’s Em?”

Micah arched an eyebrow. “Em’s fine.”

“How are her drum lessons going?”

“Seriously?”

“I didn’t want us to talk about it, but Sadie insists that we do,” Tatum said with a dramatic huff.

Sadie rolled her eyes and turned to Micah. “Have you fucked the hot rockstar yet?”

“Stop it. It’s girl’s night and we don’t talk about them tonight.”

“Tell us if you’ve fucked him again and I’ll let it go.”

“No, Sadie. We have not fucked. We’ve been on one date and you know I don’t put out after one date.”

Tatum frowned as she turned to her. “Even with the one?”

“You too?”

“I mean…you said he was the one,” Tatum said, shrugging as she lifted her wine glass to her lips.

Micah closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and released it as she focused on her friends. “Okay, let’s get this out of the way. I like Fletcher, a lot. We’re taking it slow and figuring it out one day at a time.” But then the melody for “Mermaid” popped into her head and Micah groaned. “Also, years ago, he wrote a song about me.”

Tatum and Sadie slapped the table simultaneously, eyes wide as they stared at Micah. “Shut the fuck up, “Mermaid” was about you?” Nodding, Micah picked up her wine and took a long swig. Sadie cackled and shook her head. “You got a mermaid tattoo because of that song, not knowing that it was meant for you. Classic.”

“Okay, that’s enough. Moving on.”

Tatum’s grin was annoying, but Micah was glad her friends were happy for her. “Speaking of rockstars, I’m working with this really amazing all-female queer band. They’ve got two drummers and they’re so fucking amazing.”

“Are they hot too?”

Micah snorted and nudged Sadie. “No sleeping with Tatum’s clients, we’ve talked about this.”

“But hot queer women are my catnip,” Sadie whined. It was true. She didn’t label herself or her sexuality, Sadie liked people and the hotter the better. Lucky for her, people liked Sadie too.

Tatum shook her head, a fond smile on her lips. “They’re recording their demo tomorrow, you two should come. Bring Em too, I think she’ll really dig them.”

“Stop trying to steal the title of favorite auntie, Tatum.”

“I don’t have to steal it when I have it, Sadie.”

Micah looked between her friends and smiled. “Does it help if I say both of you are my favorites?”

“No, but thanks for your love.” Sadie clinked her glass against Micah’s and took a large gulp before getting to her feet. “Bottle?”

At their nods, Sadie strutted over to the bar, drawing the attention of every single person on the way. Micah reached over and gave Tatum’s arm a gentle squeeze. “You good, Tate?”

“Yeah. I think?” Tatum sighed and brushed her hair back, fingers fiddling with an earring. “Ran into Ambrose the other day and it was awkward.”

“As in Benji’s brother?” Micah asked, referencing Tatum’s asshole ex-husband.

Tatum nodded. “He’s been in San Diego for a few years now, apparently. He apologized, Mick. Like tears in his eyes, fingers dragging through his hair in frustration apologized.”

“Oh shit.” Micah knocked back her wine and forced a smile on her face as Sadie came back. Tatum and Ambrose had the most intense fling—maybe it was even love—before she met and married Benji. If Ambrose was apologizing, and if he was back, that could only mean…

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