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“No. You think she’s heartbroken? That Zane broke her heart?”

“And she’s using Deacon to make him jealous? They’ve been together like ten minutes, they’re not really going to get married, are they?”

“Maybe,” Lark picked up Alana’s thread. “Maybe she wants them to object.”

“At the wedding?”

Excitement grew to a frenzy. “Yeah! Like a big church full of people and—”

“Okay,” she said, putting down her fork. “Can you hear—”

“Oh my God, they might fight!” Alana should write movies… teen movies. “Roman rushes in to declare his love and there’s Zane already there with her! Stealing her from Deacon!”

“This woman is popular,” she muttered, understanding they were in their own little world.

“Do you think she’s coming here? Will they ask her to come here?”

“Maybe she is already here. We haven’t seen Roman, have we? Maybe she came when she heard about last night.”

“Oh for God’s sake.” And that was the moment the three others chose to focus on her. “If any reasonable woman heard her ex-boyfriend got trashed and terrified a group of innocent women, the last thing she’d do was get on a plane.”

“You don’t understand,” Alessia said. “She loves him.”

“If she loves him, why is she engaged to this Deacon guy?”

“They went out like a million years ago.”

“Then she should marry him and live happily ever after. She and Roman can go about their lives separately and never see each other ever again.” Alana snorted while Lark blinked in surprise, both set their incredulous stares on her sister. “What?”

“Deacon is Logan’s lead guitarist.”

And she could only shake her head and shrug. “Okay, and—”

“Logan,” Alessia said like she was an idiot. “Logan Lowe! Roman’s brother.”

“Oh.” Okay, then maybe… “Are they close? Do they hang out? I don’t see your co-workers… ever.”

“It’s hardly the same thing,” Alessia said.

“Yeah, they hang out. They’re in the same places all the time. Roman lives in LA. Everyone in LA hangs out in Crimson—”

“Oh my God, do you think they’ll fight?” Alana was big on men getting physical. “They’ll be there, drinking—”

“If it’s a big club, they don’t have to see each other.”

All three women groaned.

“Thea,” Alessia whined. “Don’t you know anything?”

“Apparently not.”

“Crimson LA has a VIP area for—”

“Very important people?” she asked, sort of joking, only no one laughed.

“Who is Zairn Lomond closest to?” Alana asked, pondering. “Who would he bar?”

“You think he would bar someone?”

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