THIRTY-TWO
“We love you!” Toria called out.
The elevator doors closed on Jane.
Standing in Zairn’s apartment, silence reigned for a couple of seconds.
“She should sleep with him,” Roxie said.
“She won’t.”
Inhaling, Roxie released a slow sigh. “I know.”
Looping their arms through each other, Toria navigated them in the bar’s direction. “Wanna get drunk up here before we go downstairs?”
“You think we should go to the club?” Roxie asked. “Jane might need us to mobilize fast.”
“Hmm, yeah, maybe… We could invite people up here,” Toria said, yanking her closer. “Are there any celebrities in the club tonight?”
“How would I know?”
On the coffee table, her phone buzzed. Toria let her go and continued on to the bar.
Expecting Casanova to be on her screen, it was a surprise to read “Hatfi
