TWELVE
Roxie didn’t like waking up. Rather, waking up was fine. It was the getting out of bed that wasn’t appealing.
“…emergency. Tibbs sent me the report an hour ago.”
“Opening night going off without a hitch? Zero drama or intrigue. It’s a f*****g miracle.”
Two male voices. The first was the man she’d spent the night with. The second she recognized as a man she hadn’t seen since California. Both men were coming closer.
“You should have more faith,” Zairn said, an obvious smile in his voice.
“The only negative we got, and it came up a lot, was your refusal to do a sit down.”
“For the duration of our contract, we have exclusivity with Hatfield for anything that happens in the clubs,” Zairn said. It sounded like he was in the room. “And we have a press conference later.”
“After you
