TWENTY-NINE
“Hello?”
A woman. Huh. “Hello?”
“He’s just wrapping up a meeting.”
“Astrid!” Roxie exclaimed, delighted that her friend had answered Zairn’s phone. “How are you, honey? I called you a couple of days ago.”
“I’m sorry, I missed the call.”
In her kitchen, she gathered her relaxation tools. “That’s fine. I don’t always pick up either. I wanted to check-in. We haven’t talked since… I don’t think Lord Lomond’s room counts.” Silence. “Astrid, you’re not getting weird on me, are you?”
“No. No, I—”
“My screwing him doesn’t change our friendship. We should talk more.”
“I just thought… you know… since the pictures.”
She smiled and poured sugar onto a plate. “Honey, you worry too much. Whatever was going on, I care about both of you. You’re out there together, I hope you do look
