THIRTY-SEVEN
“I’ll be back in LA tomorrow,” Zairn said into the phone. “Yeah, tomorrow, Kes.”
His phone hit the nightstand. She didn’t open her eyes or lift her head from the pillow to check. Over the last eleven days, the sound had become familiar. Guy was like always on the phone. Even at stupid o’clock.
He smoothed a hand over her hair and down beneath the covers to stroke her bare back.
“You know, this might be kinda obvious,” Roxie mumbled, her mouth half buried in the pillow. “But I think it’s time someone let you in on the secret.”
“Okay,” he said, his mouth just above her ear. “Let me in on it, Know-It-All.”
“You’re in LA now.” She adjusted the angle of her head to peek up at him. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you.”
He swept her hair from her face and sank lower to kiss t
