TWENTY-NINE
Still lying on her chest with her face buried in the carpet, Roxie wasn’t sure she’d ever move again.
“I had s*x with Dayah.”
Zairn’s voice drew her head around. Her damn hair was in the way, she tossed it back. He was propped against the corner of the shoe rack, just inside the door. He raised her purse to show her it was back and then slipped it onto the shelf.
“Several times,” he said. “It wasn’t a relationship, it was casual. I thought it was anyway. I was coming out of the intense, messy relationship with Kesley. I didn’t want ties, I wanted something easy. So we messed around. I didn’t want anything more and thought we were on the same page.”
Roxie rolled onto her side and propped her head on the heel of her hand. “She wanted more?”
“Yeah,” he said, crossing to sit
