Page 68 of Nothing to No One

Her eyes met his. She didn’t want to be separated from him, but Roxie’s description of this being a clusterfuck couldn’t be more on the money. All she wanted to do was curl up somewhere with him and learn everything there was to know about the man who had her hooked.

Roman kept coming between them and after last night…

Said man stomped off like a petulant toddler. No surprise.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Magnus snapped.

After another glance at Struan, she was guided in the huddle of her new protective friends into yet another limousine.

What just happened? “Did I just leave him?” she asked when the static white noise cleared from her ears.

“You’re welcome,” Roxie said, popping open a bottle of champagne.

“We’re celebrating?”

“No, this is what they stock the car with by standard,” Tripp said, reading her mood and retrieving flutes. “This is a rental.”

“Because we couldn’t be in a car anyone in the press might identify as ours,” Roxie said, pouring slowly to maximize liquid and minimize bubbles.

“We’re about to drive through them,” Tripp said, shifting to put his back to the door as Roxie pushed her head down.

There was a clamor and some shouting and less than a minute later, it quieted.

Roxie let go and Tripp put a flute in her hand. “You’ll get used to it.”

She gulped the alcohol. “So people keep telling me.”

“You didn’t leave him, either of them,” Roxie said. “Unless you want to, we can facilitate that too.”

“I don’t know you. Either of you.” Why was she in that car driving away from the one person in the state she did care about? “Why would you help me?”

“Because right is right.”

“You really hate Roman, don’t you? What did he do to you?”

Roxie and Tripp touched glasses and drank.

“Hate’s a strong word,” her new friend said. “There’s few people I’d apply it to. I strongly dislike him.”

Tripp tipped his glass her way briefly. “She hates DA Ackley.”

The beauty carried on. “I don’t like anyone who takes advantage of women or anyone who thinks they’re better than anyone else. I haven’t known Roman Lowe for long.”

“She’s known his younger brother longer,” Tripp added.

With a smirk, Roxie peeked over her shoulder at him. “Would you stop?”

“Facts are facts, Rox Out. Logan Lowe got closer than the rest of us.”

“You were never interested. Dry your tears, playboy. I was never broken enough for you and never will be. He has a hero complex. He likes to save women. For a limited time.”

Which explained, sort of, why they were there and their current predicament.

“Does your friend know we’re going to appear at her house?”

Uninvited.

“Jane? She’s in bed already, and Knox wouldn’t appreciate the interruption. She left the club a couple of hours ago.”

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