THIRTY
Two hours later, in her apartment, Roxie leaped up from the floor to answer the front door.
Someone had knocked. Who? No idea. The roommates hadn’t ordered anything. Food had come up a few times, but they hadn’t got as far as…
Zairn. Okay, so not exactly him. It was Trevor, holding a bottle toward her.
Her lips reacted in a smile. “Thank you.”
The bodyguard just nodded. She closed the door and returned to her girls. They were on the floor in front of the couch where she’d left them.
“No,” Jane said to Toria. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You should! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us,” Toria said, grabbing Jane’s arm to give her a shake. Roxie sat on the floor under the TV, putting the bottle on the central coffee table. “What’s that?”
“The Cin,” she s
