Page 69 of Nothing to Do

“Who is that?” she whispered to Roxie.

“Deacon,” Roxie said, shifting her seat again to link their arms. “Sway’s other man.”

Oh, God, this was—okay so maybe the guy wanted to clear the air. Maybe he wanted to smack Roman in the face, and who were any of them to stand in the way of that.

Okay, yes, that was a little catty.

Still, she could understand why the men were reluctant.

“Is that the smartest idea?”

“Logan can’t fix it, can he? Why should he apologize or explain his bandmate’s actions?”

Zane came back, extending his hand for hers. “This could get messy.”

“What does that mean?”

“We’ll have to go with him to—”

“You fucking asshole!”

As Zane turned, Roxie and Tripp both leaped up. And there was Roman, smashing his way through the guards to come stomping up on the huddle of guys.

“Ro,” Tripp said and tried to intercept him, but it was left to Logan to get in his way.

Zairn stayed by Deacon, and, she had to say, he didn’t seem as stressed or worried as the others. It was all drama, yes, and maybe Roman deserved to have his heart broken and his ego checked.

So why was she concerned?

Alessia.

The women on the beach were still crowded by the deck rail. With the shouting and the cursing, there was a lot of support for Roman, which would just fuel his insanity.

“You fuck my woman? You fuck my girl and—”

“She was never your fucking girl,” Deacon hollered back. “You’re just the asshole who couldn’t get it up when he fell on her in bed.”

She cringed, and Roxie’s head turned showing a similar expression.

“Deacon, we’re not doing this now,” Zane said, slipping an arm around her.

The guy didn’t seem to hear it. Roman shoved at Tripp, who shoved right back, Logan got between them just as Roman threw a fist. It bounced off Logan, startling him enough to drop his guard. Roman lunged, Deacon pushed him away, they shoved and then Roman’s arm came flailing out again.

Wasn’t exactly the most finessed fight in the world.

“Is he high?” she asked Roxie when the woman got close.

“Probably.”

“Are you okay?” Zane asked and put her hand in Roxie’s. “I’ll have security take the guests home.”

The men were still pushing, trying to fight, trading insults, as Tripp and Logan fought to keep them apart. Zane marched off to talk to one of the guards. Zairn came sauntering over to pick up his glass.

Roxie smirked at him. “I don’t see you breaking a sweat, sweetheart.”

“Guy deserves it.” Zairn wasn’t shy in swinging his glass up to his lips. “You ladies want to take this party to the terrace?”

“Providing we can leave Roman behind.”

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