Page 68 of Nothing to Do

“I take exception to that,” Zairn said, gesturing to Zane. “Tell them about Cam in the day.”

“In the day? How about every day,” Zane said, squeezing her knee when she sat. “You want to talk effortless with women…”

“Cam who?”

“Collier,” Roxie said and swayed over to bump shoulders with her. “Wait until I tell you about him and his life choices.”

“His life choices?”

“Yeah, he—”

“Rox Out!”

The call stalled them and security parted to let someone join them. Someone like Logan Lowe.

“Rocks Off,” Roxie called in return and stood up to go around the table and hug the newcomer.

From the corner of her eye, she tried to see if Zairn was okay, but the guy wasn’t fazed at all. He wiped his hands on a napkin and stood up to shake the guy’s hand as he went around the table.

Logan kissed Roxie’s head, then held up his hands and backed off, smiling toward Zairn. “Not taking it too far, man.”

“Oh, he’s okay,” Roxie said, returning to her seat, dragging it closer to Zairn’s to rest against him. “He knows the rules with my girls.”

The rules again. So if Zairn truly wasn’t bothered about Logan being around, why was he pissed off when Roxie arrived?

“You been to the villa?” Zane asked. “Didn’t think you’d head over here first.”

“Could be I’m avoiding it,” Logan said, slipping his hands in his pockets. “Is he fucked? Where’s Struan?”

Zane nodded beyond him toward the bonfire. “Keeping a low profile.”

“Right.”

The next scream heralded a rash of others, then the crowd were at the deck edge again. Logan didn’t flinch. Though why would he? If he was used to playing to crowds of thousands in arenas, a handful of women on a beach wouldn’t register.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Damage control seems sort of beyond,” Logan said. “Roman wants to be pissed, so he’ll be pissed. No one will take his drama from him.” And that was a pretty accurate sentiment from her point of view. “He wants everyone groveling, ‘cause then he’s the innocent party.”

“Not so innocent.” Everyone looked at her. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re right,” Logan said, though his expression skewed a little, probably because she was a stranger. “He’s got plenty demons of his own, a lot of skeletons in his closet.”

That his entourage would conceal just to remain in his good books.

“So you plan to go there and, what?” Roxie asked. “Tell him to chill out? Did you have to fly all the way here for that?”

“Problem is keeping him sober,” Tripp added and gestured. “Sit down, eat, if you’re hanging out.”

“Nah, man, I’m waiting for…”

When Logan’s head rose, she followed his line of sight to see another man creep through the security guards. Roxie’s gasp suggested this wasn’t the best guest to have at the party.

“Are you fucking insane?” Zairn asked Logan.

“No, no,” Zane said and stood.

Zairn was on his feet a moment later.

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