TWENTY-THREE
Throwing open the door, Roxie bounded back, presenting the room for him. Zairn got one step inside, then Porter stood up straight. The men looked at each other. Neither said a word.
Pouncing closer, Roxie took Zairn’s hand to guide him inside. The men remained silent as she went to close the door.
“Okay, now, I know neither of you expected—”
“Clement,” Zairn said in cool acknowledgment.
“Lomond,” Porter said in return. “She always gets what she wants.”
“Yes, she does.”
“Okay, don’t bond over me,” she said, shaking both hands, approaching Zairn again.
The two men fixated on each other. “You said we couldn’t trust him off the record,” Zairn said.
“I said you couldn’t,” Roxie said, raising her brows at Porter as she veered around Zairn. “He exaggerates.”
“Not about this
