Page 44 of Nothing to Do

“Joke, my love, enjoy yourself,” Roxie said. “Won’t make me forget you play golf.”

“Golf?” she asked. “What’s up with golf?”

Was there a reason Roxie kept reiterating that?

“Yeah, I know, how embarrassing. Our men are golfers.” Roxie shivered. “I’m never admitting that again. Anyone asks, I’m pleading the Fifth.”

“Rox, did you—Thea?” Zane paused for a moment before coming from inside the house to stand by his friend. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t damage her,” Roxie said. “Why do people think I’m some sort of disaster zone?”

“You’re a crisis event, Lola. Did you forget?”

“Ha-ha.”

“I…” she started, hesitant to inject herself into their rapport. “I assume this is—”

“Right, yes, duh, sorry,” Roxie said. “Thea Florin this is Zairn Lomond. Mr. Kyst-Lomond.”

Zairn was deadpan. “Is that what we’re doing now?”

Roxie beamed up at her partner. “What’s so wrong with that? Shouldn’t you be as obliged to take my name as I am to take yours?”

“What happened to no arguing on our honeymoon?”

Horror hit. “This is your honeymoon?” She turned to sit side-on, then pounced to her feet. “Oh, God, Roxie, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” Roxie said, using her link to Zairn to pull herself onto her feet too. “It’s only our rehearsal honeymoon, and I’ve had a blast of a day.”

“No, not that.” Thea couldn’t stop herself from embracing the blonde. “I’m so sorry you married a man who’d choose golf with a buddy over sex with you on your honeymoon!”

When she pulled back, Roxie’s amusement landed on the man next to them. “See what taste I have in friends? Thea gets it. Just like I said, I could never be with a man who plays golf.”

“Except you are and it’s hardly grounds for divorce.”

Zairn was good at playing it straight even as the energy between the couple fizzed.

“It is in California,” Roxie said, absolutely certain. “I’ve got an in with the DA.”

“Droll,” Zairn said. “Watch out you don’t get arrested on your way to his office.”

“Why would I? I won’t go by way of Crimson.”

“No breaking and entering planned?”

“I find it’s better to be spontaneous,” Roxie said, tossing her hair for effect. “Reduces the sentence if they find there’s no premeditation.”

“Just because they don’t find it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I can help them out with that. And, FYI, if you go to prison, I’m having our babies without you.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

Roxie sneered. “You just can’t wait to get your hands on that exchange student, can you?”

“I’ll be living the life, baby. Might even get me more than one.”

“Don’t expect child support.”

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