“Even Ogilvie.”
“Mm, interesting.Ballard will—”
“It’s covered.”
Moving closer, Roxie relaxed her weight against him, tipping her head back to shine her broad smile on him.“You’re so efficient.”
“Thank you.”
“Businessy stuff?”
“Doesn’t exist,” he said.“Think I’d stay put when you’re punishing yourself?”
“You could’ve got your brownie points from calling,” Roxie said, slowly licking her upper lip.
“Don’t get laid over the phone, do I?”
“It’s been less than a week.”
“Too long,” Zairn said, stooping.“I’m jonesing.”
“Hungry boy.”
“New York’s just a blink away.”
“Hatfield will go crazy.”
“Got to give him something to look at; you’ll be too busy with your girl.”
“Some woman should really tie you down,” Roxie said, rising to her tiptoes.“What a prize you are, Casanova.”
Just before the couple got to the kissing, her senses spluttered back to life.
“What is going on?”Ariella asked.
Both heads turned to her.
“Right, sorry,” Roxie said, boosting away from her guy.“Ariella, this is my husband, Zairn—”
“I know who he is,” she said.“I don’t understand what—”
“Everything is under control.”Zairn was so… sure.Composed, completely in control.“We’ll empty your apartment, pay your lease—”
“Cam asked you to—”
“I haven’t spoken to Cam,” Zairn said.
“I thought he was your friend.”
“He’s family.”
“But you haven’t spoken to him?”
“No.My presence has nothing to do with him.”He hooked an arm around Roxie.“My wife has a compulsion, some might call it an addiction.”
“To what?”
“Helping people going through something.”
