I’m about to run over and give her a hug, but Quinn comes out of the bathroom.
Her jaw drops when she sees a half-naked Skylar. “Whoa. Those are nice.”
Skylar laughs. “Thanks.”
Intrigue colors Quinn’s face. “Can I feel?”
Skylar shrugs. “Have at it, sister.” She looks at me. “You can too if you want.”
I mean, I am curious.
I bite the inside of my cheek as Quinn starts asking questions in rapid fire while we feel her up.
“What size are these? What kind did you get? How come you don’t have any scars?”
“They’re saline. And they’re four hundred cc which took me from an A to a small D. And I don’t have any scars because they did it through my belly button. Josh didn’t want me having sc—”
“Well, this is definitely one way to celebrate our last concert,” Storm utters.
Shit. We were so invested in our conversation, none of us heard the door open.
Chandler stops moving and his face takes on a tomato color.
“It’s nothing we all haven’t seen before,” Memphis sneers as Skylar scrambles to put her clothes on.
“Some a lot more than others,” Phoenix retorts, which causes my stomach to do a weird flip.
I look at Skylar, who’s slipping her shirt over her head. It’s none of my business and I’d have no right to be mad if her and Phoenix hooked up in the past. I’d just like to know.
Which is stupid because tomorrow will be my last full day here and after that, Phoenix and I are done for good.
As if sensing my internal struggle, Skylar mouths, ‘Never. Promise.’
Coming up behind me, Phoenix locks his arms around my waist. “What’s the matter, Groupie?”
“Nothing.”
“Something,” he teases before his lips graze the side of my neck. “I wasn’t referring to myself when I made that comment. I was just trying to piss off a certain guitar player.”
Memphis—who’s walking over to the small bar in the corner despite already having a beer in his hand—flips him off.
“Looks like it worked.”
His laugh is a low rumble in my ear. “Everyone has a weakness.”
No argument here.
“How much merch would I have to sell in order to afford breast implants?” Quinn asks Chandler.
I feel Phoenix’s entire body tense. “I’m gonna kill Skylar.”
“How the hell should I know?” Chandler snaps. “Do I look like I have a pair?”
Skylar shoots Phoenix an apologetic look before turning to Quinn. “You don’t need them, baby girl. Trust me, you’re good.”
“Real tits are better anyway,” Memphis grunts as he pours himself a glass of whiskey. “No one likes a fake bitch.”
Wow. I’m about to lay into him, but I don’t have to.
“Then I guess you don’t like your baby mama very much.” Skylar’s red stilettos click against the floor as she heads for the exit…and then they stop. “Also, I love my fake tits…and last I checked, so did you.”
My mouth hangs open for two reasons. One, the obvious: Go Skylar. And two: aside from that brief conversation on the bus, I’ve never once heard either of them acknowledge there was anything between them.
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.