TWENTY
Waking up alone was par for the course. Roxie would’ve thought sleeping with a guy known for living the nightlife might mean companionship with another late sleeper. Make no mistake, Zairn could sleep in and often did. But there wasn’t a man more practiced at burning the candle at both ends.
Yawning, she pushed her hair from her face and went to the closet to grab a shirt. She finished buttoning it and rounded the curve of the hallway.
Only one person occupied the living room. A guy. Flicking through news channels on the silent TV.
The lawyer? Maybe. What was his name?
Somehow, he sensed her and turned.
Familiar… Roxie scrutinized him. “Why do I know your face?” she asked, pretty sure they’d never met. Hot like that didn’t fall out a woman’s brain. He smiled, and she got it. “
