Trace is the last to scribble his name on the contract, and then he says he has to tell Jane. “Damn!” he laughs. “I have to tell Robb I’m not working the late shift anymore, either. f**k the deli!”
Beside him, Mike whoops. “f**k the deli!” Then he sobers up. “You know, I’m not quitting my job right away.”
“Aww, come on, Mike!” Trace drapes an arm around Mike’s shoulders and pulls him into a one-armed embrace. “Why not?”
“I have to pay the rent,” Mike tells him, pushing away from Trace. “s**t, I don’t live off my mom like you do.”
Trace laughs at that. “You want to live off mine? She won’t mind. What’s one more mouth to feed? Though you know, she might put you to work in the deli. I think their night guy just quit.”
“I’m not working my job and yours, too!” Mike balks. He winks at Adam
