Page 61 of Nothing to No One

“Thought he was out.”

“Yeah, but he’ll come back eventually.”

“Like a bad smell. Get her and we’ll all go. Is her name really Bambi or is that a sex thing?”

“It’s her name, not a sex thing,” Struan said, confused. “What kind of sex thing involves animated characters?”

“I don’t know,” the second guy said. “Ask Lola Bunny.”

“He doesn’t call me that in bed,” Rox said, almost sneering. “Or maybe he does, I don’t know, I keep my earbuds in. Playing Pink Floyd on repeat is the only way I have of getting off.”

“Let me guess, ‘Money’?”

“Anything hotter? You wouldn’t understand, Trust Fund Brat. Why are we talking about my relationship again? Let’s talk about yours, oh, wait, you don’t have one because your penis will explode if it visits the same pussy twice.”

She smiled. Rox, whoever she was—wait, Rox, like… Pressing herself to the wall, she slid just a little further along to peek down into the foyer below. Three of them. Struan, Rox, shit, that really was…

“Are you really that bad in bed no woman will lay down with you twice?”

“Your guy had you sign an NDA before you fucked. What’s that say about him?”

“That Lomond secrets will remain Lomond secrets, and he’s put a ring on my finger just to make sure.”

Rox… Roxie. Was having Roxie Kyst there the same as having the press around? Why would Struan trust her there with everything that was going on?

“And we’ll all be paying for that forever.”

“Oh, boo hoo,” Roxie said. “You’d be heartbroken, you can’t stay away from me, Priest.”

“Priest.” Oh, God, that was—now they were all looking up at her, had she—shit. “Uh…”

“Hey!” Roxie called, separating from the group, arms open. “Come here.” She glanced at Struan who shrugged. “I’ve been taking lessons from Jane. Trust me, I’m better at this…” Rolling her wrists, the woman gestured her down. “I’ll be gentle.”

Okay, she’d revealed herself, what choice did she have?

Going down the stairs, she spent more time looking at Struan than anyone else. And not just because he was her anchor.

Roxie came over to meet her at the bottom and immediately pulled her into a hug.

“B, this is Roxanna Kyst and—”

“Tripp Breckenridge,” the guy said.

Shaking his head a little, a smile threatened Struan’s somber lips. “Ignore that, he can’t help it.”

“Can’t help what?” Tripp asked.

“Your swagger’s worse than my guy’s,” Roxie said before pulling back to meet her eye, hands still on her arms. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Am I…?” Another glance at Struan. “I… yes.”

“So you’re the waif from Wishbone,” Tripp said, checking her out with an interest that wasn’t close to a come on. Roman could take lessons. Somehow there was actual respect in that gaze. “You don’t disappoint.”

“I… I’m what?”

“Lot of talk about you.”

“Talk, when? Why—who?”

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