Page 36 of Nothing to Tell

Harper?It was for her and… her own chin swung south.This was not—he was not.

“Zairn Lomond,” Damon said, disbelief bleeding the words from his breath.“You’re…”

The guy, yes, Zairn Lomond, who ignored those in front of him to raise a smile for her.

“Are you ready?”

How did he…?How did they…?

She did nod, she knew because her hair brushed her cheek, not because she could consciously control her actions… Zairn Lomond.

Purse still in hand, she drifted down the last stair and across to be swept out the door by Lomond, his arm curving behind her in a swoop that never actually made contact.

The waiting car was no regular cab.But the guy was wearing a tux—and a billionaire—what did she expect?The man standing by the limo opened the door as they approached.Zairn gestured for her to get in first.

It didn’t occur to her not to slip inside.It didn’t even occur to her that this guy was a complete stranger.Funny how celebrity could grant such familiarity between people who’d never otherwise met.

Helped that Roxie was inside.“Honey!”the hostess exclaimed, patting the seat next to her.“Come sit.Champagne?”

Zairn sat alone on the backseat while Roxie put a flute of champagne in her hand.

“Thank you.”

“See, I knew she’d be ready,” Roxie said to the man opposite them.“A woman knows.”

“You never know when Toria’s going to be ready,” Zairn muttered, retrieving a phone from his inner pocket.

“No one knows when Toria will be ready, Toria included.”

She swallowed.The delicate glass between her fingertips gave her something to look at.The little bubbles, slight foam—

“Would you prefer something else?”

It took her a second, Roxie to Zairn, Roxie—Zairn was talking to her.

“Something else?”

“To drink,” he said.

“Yeah, we can stop at the club,” Roxie said.“Zairn’ll mix anything.”

“Oh no, I…” Crimson, they were talking about their nightclub.“Thank you, I—”

“We don’t have to stop at the club,” Zairn said.“Don’t overwhelm the woman.”

“She’s not overwhelmed.We’re not overwhelming.”

“You’re overwhelming.”

“Me?”Roxie asked with a cluck of exhaled outrage.“What have I told you about looking the way you do around women?And men?Everyone in fact.Weren’t you going to do something about that, husband?”

Though it sounded like Roxie was chastising him, his eyes slunk up over the top of his phone.One corner of his mouth curled in feral amusement.

“Been busy the last few days, wife.”

“Sex is no excuse.That’s your marital duty,” Roxie said, opening the fridge to whip out a bottle.“I can mix Gin and It.”

Zairn tucked his phone away to then outstretch the empty hand.“Give it to me.”