Page 80 of Without You, Scotch and Sammy 2

I snort. “You’re a pig. A married pig.”

“A girl can fantasize, and I tell you what, I’ve fantasized about those guys a lot. Sorry not sorry.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“What about Luc? I bet he looks good.” Meg’s voice has taken on a definite purr, and I cackle and feel my stress fade away.

“Well, he’s not underage anymore… Luc is exactly the same as always, but he’s taller and broader, and he wears a uniform in a way I never realized uniforms could be so sexy.”

“A uniform? Please lord, tell me he’s a cop and not a chef. But if he’s a cop, please tell me they don’t let him have a gun.”

“He’s EMS.”

Meg cackles. “No way!”

“Totally true. He’s still Luc – smartass, funny, flirty, crazy. But then he wears that uniform and goes off to save lives. I swear, he’s like Batman and Bruce Banner. I have whiplash.”

“I don’t think that’s right.”

“What?”

“Batman and Br--” She laughs. “Don’t worry about it. Luc has a grown-up job. I didn’t see that coming.”

“Me neither! And then there’s Marc. He’s still a grumpy jerk--”

“Wow. Big surprise there.”

“Yeah, but he’s hot. And now that I know you all think I aborted, I can see why he’s extra mad at me.”

“Marc’s a dick, Sammy. Don’t let his attitude upset you. He’s gonna be a lonely old man whacking off into tube socks because no chick with half a brain will hang around him for more than five minutes after he opens his mouth.”

I laugh. “He’s actually really sweet… when he likes you. But if you aren’t in his circle, then you’re dead to him.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I never wasted too much time wanting to be in his circle.”

“Still bitter about that?”

“Yup.”

We both laugh, and I continue to roll the paper on the table in front of me. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is. Thank you for calling me.”

“Thank you for taking my call.”

“So what are you doing now?”

“I’m sitting at Sam’s kitchen table, staring at a stack of papers that have the word ‘divorce’ written on them.”

“Are you gonna sign them?”

“Yup. I needed a friend first, so that’s why I called.”

“I’m here for you, babe. Grab that pen and make it your bitch.”

“What about Lily?”

“How far are you in the process of adoption?”

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