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Luc wouldn’t be saying this unless he already knew. He wouldn’t drag this out pointlessly. He liked honesty.
“I saw you met with a lawyer.”
They knew Cat was studying law. The newspapers liked to mention it every time. ‘Catherine Fischer, 29, Prosecutor’. It even said which company we were visiting on the itinerary.
This was getting excruciating. I said I wouldn’t fall for it, but Luc knew that I knew that he knew, and he wasn’t letting me get away with it. I had to resign myself to this. I thought I could hide it from them, but no such luck.
“Oh, yeah,” I said as casually as possible. “I forgot to tell you. Cat’s the one dealing with our prenup.”
No big deal. Nothing cataclysmic, just a normal, everyday event.
Steve shot straight up from his chair, his face clouding over. “What?” His voice was thick, filled with contempt. “Run that by me again, mate, 'cos I think I went temporarily deaf for a sec there.” His eyebrows rose as if he couldn’t believe it. “You saw Cat?”
“It was an hour-long meeting. That was it.” And if I happened to write some new songs after I saw her, it was just a coincidence.
“But you wrote a song,” Luc said bluntly.
“Who is Cat?” Bevel didn’t know the fine details of our history.
Frankly, I don’t think he cared. All he knew about the band before he joined was from the news during Goss’s drug phase and the murder trial, nothing else.
“Fucking hell, Max, is this where the song came from?” Steve stalked towards me, joining Luc in the line of attack. The stage managers always liked to put them as far apart as possible because their height difference was so jarring. “Why the hell are you seeing her? Where is she?”
“Who is Cat?” Bevel chirped again.
This was exactly why I hadn’t told them. Even Bevel was getting at me, and he didn’t realise it.
“I can’t believe you had us playing a song you wrote for her!” Steve shouted, his voice filling the room.
He’d held a grudge against her since she left. He and Luc had been upset with her for leaving, though Goss was always convinced she thought she was better than us, and she left when we wouldn’t be her playthings anymore.
Steve was the one who always talked me down when I was desperate to find her. He never wanted me to see her again. I knew he did it out of love, but I’d hated him for it. We took care of each other, or tried to, at least.
“How is she?” Luc had been more forgiving with Cat.
They’d been close friends, and he’d always believed she had good reasons for leaving, even if we didn’t know what they were back then.
“She’s good.” I smiled. “Actually, she’s great. She’s doing really well.”
If her curves and tight calves had anything to say about it. I wasn’t going to tell them about her anger or her accusations — not yet — not until I had the full story.
Steve snorted. “Yeah, I bet she is. Fucking hell, Max, you’ve got that stupid look in your eye again.”
“I’ll be fine.” I met his glare with a hard look.
“You literally just wrote a song about how you want her to kill you. How is that fine?” Steve glared at me.
“It’s a metaphor.” I shrugged.
It was a weak excuse. I mean, Ihadbeen dreaming about how she might walk over me in those heels, maybe even crush me into the ground.
They both looked at me. Neither of them were buying it. They’d seen too much in my face already.
“Who is Cat?” Bevel piped up from behind them.
“For fuck’s sake, Bevel.” Steve turned on him. His ears were going red. Never a good sign. “Cat is the reason we’re fucking famous. She’s the one that chucked thousands of pounds at us so we’d get signed. She’s the one that got us our first festival gig, who bought us new equipment. She kitted us out when we couldn’t even afford to pay rent on my mum’s bloody garage. We literally wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her and her fucking money.”
“Steve, come on, you know it wasn’t like that.” I countered.
