Girlfriend?Since when was she—okay, this was getting dicey.
Knox locked onto her.“You’re Brooker, right?”
“Yes,” she said, startled by his abrupt tone.“My boss is trying to find me another placement.”
As to how successful that hunt might be… She wouldn’t want to comment.
Almost in her head, Cam said, “You don’t need another placement.”
“You want her to stay?”
Knox and Zairn shared a look, which meant… no idea.
“Mieux is in New York.”
“Since when?”Mimi asked.“Where’s my Meth?”
Roxie jumped to it.“I’m doing it, sorry.”
“It’s not real Antifreeze,” Zairn said on a mission to the kitchen.
“No,” Roxie agreed, pulling bottles from here and there.That wasn’t Cam’s alcohol, it was Ariella’s job to know that.“I’m not simultaneously trying to kill myself and your loved ones.”
“I meant there’s a real Antifreeze cocktail, more than one actually, that—”
“Ah!”And Roxie snatched a bottle from her husband’s reach.“There is nothing less authentic about my Antifreeze, no—it’s not Antifreeze, it’s Meth, that’s what it’s called.And I’m the only one who knows how to make it.”
Though from the way she turned this bottle and that, it wasn’t clear if the brunette remembered her formula.
Zairn snagged her chin and hauled it up to plant his mouth on his wife’s.
“That man has his ways.”Mimi beamed.“Lucky girl.”
Zairn scooped Roxie up to prop her on the back counter by the fridge.Tongues and hands tangled, they had all the time in the world.
“And if he doesn’t get the taste from her, you could be up next Priest.”
Though the others laughed, the suggestion washed over Tripp.“I’ve known Zairn a long time.”
Hazarding a guess, Mimi squinted.“Meaning you’ve been waiting your turn all that time?”
“If that’s the way you want to take it, sure.”
She leaned against Cam’s leg.“Should we tell them there are rooms upstairs?”
“Or call them a cab,” Knox mumbled.
“They don’t care about the audience,” Mimi said.“They broadcast themselves to millions—billions across the world.What’s a little kiss among friends?”
A little kiss?Mimi’s glee suggested either she was living vicariously or else had won some kind of lucrative bet.
“This will go much quicker without RK’s input.”
“I heard that, Knox!”Roxie’s voice was loud and clear.She swung her legs on either side of her husband, resting her weight against him, head now on his upper arm.“I already have a plan.”
“No one cares about your plan.”
“Knox Michael Collier!”Another voice joined them, this time from the patio.Thena appeared a moment later.“Fix the attitude.”
