Page 35 of Strictly Business

“What’s he do?”

“Works for a Senator. It’s decent work, but—”

“He wants her to move to D.C.,” Cait rolls her eyes and pops the bottle of wine.

“You don’t want to?” Liv asks.

“Not really, New York has always been my dream.”

“What would you even do out there? It’s not like we have an office,” Cait says like she doesn’t know the answer.

“He makes enough money. I could stay home, play housewife, just like his mother,” I say.

“So, you live apart instead.” It’s not a question, and I wonder if Cait knows more than she lets on. Cait finally looks up from filling our glasses to meet my gaze and I’m too tongue-tied to answer. She hands me a glass of wine continuing, “I’m not judging. It’s strange, but you gotta do what works for you. Every marraige is different.”

“I’m going to be completely honest, I thought you and Finn had a thing going on,” Liv says. “The way you guys go back and forth all the time.” She blows out a breath as if she were hot, then quirks an eyebrow and pops another fry into her mouth. I practically choke on my wine.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the same. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife,” Cait agrees.

“Oh my God, shut up,” I beg taking a large gulp of wine. This cannot be happening right now.

“You can’t say you’ve never thought about it!”

“Seriously! I mean, have you seen him?” Liv giggles.

I chew on my bottom lip just thinking about his body. Because yes, I have seen him.

“OMG, you’re blushing!”

“Can we please talk about something else?” I plead and pull the sandwiches from the bag, separating them on the plates. “Seriously, anything else.”

There’s hesitation in Cait’s voice before she and Liv share a glance. Liv nods before Cait says, “Mic, you know we love you, right?”

“I’m starting to question it a little.”

“We’re worried about you. You’ve always been all over the place, but it’s been worse than normal.”

“What is this some kind of intervention?” They share the same look from moments ago, they don’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe me. “You guys, I’m fine. I promise, I just—”

I should tell them. It’s not like I’ll be able to keep the charade up much longer. Once the divorce is final, it’s going to be hard to maintain the illusion. And what happens when David moves on and gets married again? It’ll be the big spectacle his mother always wanted and I didn’t allow.

“We’re not here to judge,” Liv squeezes my hand gently. “We want to make sure you’re okay.”

I can do this. I can tell them. It’ll be good practice for when I tell my family. I just have to do it… Like ripping off a band-aid. I down the rest of my glass hoping to find confidence at the bottom, but all I'm left with is more nerves. “David and I are getting a divorce.”

They don’t say anything, and I wonder if they heard me because I barely heard it myself. As much as it hurts to say it aloud, to admit my marriage failed, there’s a weight lifted off my shoulders. It feels good to know I don’t have to pretend anymore. At least, not with them.

“Shit,” Cait sighs. “Mic, when did this—”

“Italy.”

“That was three months ago!”

Liv downs her wine, the shock written all over her face. Can’t say I blame her. Not only did she learn I’m married, but I’m getting divorced too, all in a matter of ten minutes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Cait murmurs.

I shrug. “No one else knows.”

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