Page 8 of Nothing to Beat

Of its own accord, Sequoia’s head shook a little.“Alice Breckenridge should bottle it.”

“Bottle what?”Savanna asked, pushing at her fiancé when his hands and lips started to get frisky.“Her parenting potion?”

“Whatever it is she feeds them to make them so…”

“Generous?”Darroch asked, snatching his woman back tight.“It’s one of Savanna’s favorite words.”

“Except Brandt.”She pondered.“I don’t know what happened there.”

“Got to be an exception to every rule.”

“I suppose that explains Tripp too.”

Another Breckenridge brother.

“I’m meeting Alice tonight,” Savanna said.“We’re having drinks at Blaze, you should come.”

“Oh no, I—”

“You’re having drinks at Blaze?The restaurant attached to Crimson?”Darroch asked.“At Crimson Palace?”

The towering Rouge HQ building, also known as Crimson Palace, contained everything a person might need to have the night of their life.Restaurants, bars, hotel rooms, and, of course, the infamous Crimson nightclub.Its owner, Zairn Lomond, was a consummate host, and had found a complementary hostess in his fiancée, Roxie… something.She couldn’t remember Roxie’s last name.Remember?Huh.Had she ever known it?

“Yes,” Savanna said.“In our private dining room.”

He didn’t sell his disappointment well.“You didn’t come here to see me?”

“No.”Savanna kept her chin high.“I’m waiting for your mother to finish a call.”

“I’m heartbroken.”

“I told you I wouldn’t stop seeing Alice.”Savanna gave him another nudge.“Anyway, less of the victim-act, you’re partying with your brothers tonight!Would you prefer I just sat at home pining for you?”

“Always.”Bold ran in the family.“Besides, it’s not a party.It’s a Tripp thing.I’m too old and responsible to party now.I’m going to be a husband soon.”

“Oh, really.Too old to party?Your little get-together is at Crimson; one of the world’s most infamous and debauched nightclubs.”Even while the couple sparred, their love bloomed in their smiles.God, it was still so wonderful and new, they had a lot to look forward to.“In a building full of hot, semi-inebriated women, with your playboy brother working his magic all over the place.”

“Exactly!”Darroch kissed her quick.“My playboy brother will handle the hot women.”

“All of them?”

“If need be.Not like he’s never done it before.Never wondered where he is when he disappears for days or weeks at a time?He has quotas to hit.Besides our party is upstairs, not in the club.”

“Party?”Savanna crooked a triumphant brow.“In Tripp’s private suite?That makes me feel much better.There are never hot, semi-inebriated women there.”

That was pure sarcasm.Tripp’s immediate periphery was always populated by gorgeous women.

Unconcerned, Darroch just laughed.“I’ve got the hottest woman alive right here.I’m done looking.”His expression flattened.“We’re having sex tonight, right?”

“We have a rule, remember?”

“Okay, call me and we’ll go home together.”

“Who’s to say I’ll be done with my girls before you’re done with your guys?”

“Let me guess, Ms.Roxie Kyst will be there,” Darroch said, squeezing Savanna.“So I might not see you for a week or two.”

Kyst!Roxie Kyst, Crimson hostess, Rouge’s ambassadress, the empress of all things connected to Zairn Lomond, CEO of the umbrella Rouge conglomerate.

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