Page 91 of Nothing to Do

“What are you doing here?” she asked as they came to crowd the bed. “Who’s watching Roman?”

“How do you know he’s not Roman?” Tripp asked, slipping his hands in his pockets.

“Because why would Roman give a crap I’m here?” she asked, though that did suggest Struan would have a reason and he didn’t. One quick scan of the room revealed another obvious clue. “And Roxie’s standing near him without spitting.”

“It’s not my spitting the other twin has to worry about,” Roxie said and bumped Zairn with her hip. Her friend quickly turned on the sympathy and rushed over to scoop up her other hand. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“I’m fine,” she said, making a point of looking at each face. Which was weird, with Logan especially, they didn’t know each other and hadn’t spent time together. “Thank you for your concern, but everyone should get some rest.”

“Night is our natural habitat. We’re all nocturnal. He’s a rockstar,” Roxie said, pointing at Logan, then switching the angle of her finger to Zairn. “He’s a playboy. Retired.” Next she gestured at Tripp. “He’s playboy junior.”

“I’ve had more women this year than your man,” Tripp boasted.

Roxie sneered and shook her head. “Not by choice. Original is shackled to me and has had sex with at least twice as many in his head, I’m sure.” The blonde nodded at Struan. “And that one actually cares about people. Weirdly. Given his bloodline.”

“I have his bloodline,” Logan said, though didn’t really seem offended.

“Struan’s also used to running after Roman in the dark, so, you know, we’re all vampires here. All possibly except Dyce there, but you’re sleeping with him, he’s obligated to be here.”

“No one should be obligated to be here. It’s an ankle thing, it’s not life-threatening, there’s—”

When the door opened again, everyone turned. The doctor held up an x-ray sheet, though was startled, presumably, by the volume of people in the room. Yeah, he wasn’t the only one.

“I didn’t realize—”

“It’s okay,” Zane said and stood up. “What’s the word?”

“There is a fracture.”

Well, wham, he went from she was right to she was not so right in a single heartbeat.

“What does that mean? A cast?”

“Ms. Florin won’t need a cast, but she will have to be fitted for a boot that must stay on at all times.”

“All times?” she asked.

The doctor shrugged. “You can take it off for bathing.”

“What about sex?”

The surprise of that hit the doctor, but the others in the room snickered, Roxie and Tripp anyway.

“Woman’s got her priorities right,” Tripp said in approval. “You’ve got her well trained, man.”

“Women can like sex too,” Roxie said. “Sometimes… it really depends on our mood.” Yeah, and the alcohol content of their blood. “And how hard you’re trying. Everyone loves a trier… providing they succeed. In bed is one place you don’t get a second shot if you fail the first one.” Her shoulders shifted. “Except in exceptional circumstances.”

“What’s exceptional?” Logan asked.

“Fake sucking,” Roxie said like that meant something to someone.

“You know…” Tripp exaggerated his pondering. “That’s one place men and women differ. We don’t really care.”

“Yes, I know that. I’ve met many of your kind,” Roxie said. “Often one woman is interchangeable for another for your people.”

“Playboys? What does that say for your guy?”

“Only that he can imagine anyone he wants. Providing I’m the one carrying his credit card, I don’t care.”

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