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Her confusion must’ve read on her face for him to explain like that.

“That’s not true,” Roxie said, pressing Zairn’s curled fingers to her chest. “Sometimes I call him Skippy when he’s just plain wrong.”

“She’s sticking her meddling nose in.”

“I always stick my meddling nose in, Casanova,” Roxie said. “And that’s not why you’re pissed.” Zairn took his hand back and Roxie leaned closer to the table. “He’s in a bad mood because Logan’s coming and there are pictures on the internet of said rockstar’s hands on my ass.”

Oh, there were? Why would there even be pictures of something like that?

“Did you used to date?”

“No,” Roxie said. “We partied together in London once.”

“You’ve partied with him more than once.”

“London’s the only one that counts. And let’s not forget, you were in Vegas marrying Kesley at that same time.”

Zairn groaned. “I did not marry her.”

“Which worked out for me in the end.”

“Lola’s changing the subject. It’s nothing to do with Logan, I don’t give a damn about him. Even if I did, I know her girl’s rules, so what is there to worry about?”

Rules? What rules?

“You get along with Porter.” The next look Zairn landed on his woman wasn’t appreciative. “What?” Roxie asked. “You traipse around all over the world with your ex and I don’t get jealous. You’re financially and emotionally supporting at least one other ex too. You’ve slept with every woman on the planet and I don’t get jealous of them.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding at the others. “He’s not jealous.”

Zairn seemed close to the edge of his patience. “You know why I’m pissed.”

“Yes, I do,” Roxie declared, sitting up straight. “And I am trying to divert you from that by making it frivolous.”

“Roxanna—”

“Mmm,” Roxie said, sliding a hand up Zairn’s arm. “Are we getting formal Mr. Lomond? You want to take me home and punish me?”

“Why is he really pissed?” Tripp asked.

“Don’t stir her up,” Zane said, sliding a hand over hers, distracting her from the other couple. “Are you hungry?”

Dinner, right, yeah, that’s why they were there. “I might be—yeah, I am.”

TWENTY-TWO

ZANE’S SMILE LEFT her and a server person she hadn’t seen came scurrying over.

“You want to just bring us a spread of whatever, please.”

“Yes, sir,” the server said and hurried off.

“How’s Alessia doing?”

“Oh, she’s in her element,” she said and switched to the relaxed Tripp. “She thinks you’re cute, by the way.”

His brows went up as his focus floated to the crowd, now back on the beach, doing their thing. Though with one eye on the famous couple, no doubt.

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