Piper
Craig’s call came on Thursday. I saw his name on my phone, and I smirked. There was only one reason he would call this early in the morning.
“Craig?” Mia asked.
I looked up from the phone and nodded. I bit into my toast after dipping it in the yolk of the egg Mia cooked for me.
“He must have gotten the divorce papers.”
“Good,” she said. “What are you asking for?”
“Half of everything, even his business. I stayed home, went to all his events, and schmoozed with potential clients and existing ones. I deserve what I can get.”
“You do. Soooo, wanna go to a bar and let off some steam?”
I smirked at her. “And which bar were you thinking of? I asked.
“That biker bar?
“Yeah. After a nice, long day of more demo. Let’s get to it.”
We finished the demo at five. The place was complete
