TWENTY-FOUR
Tossing her hair from her face, Roxie dragged her feet as she walked up the hall toward the voices in the living room. Her girls were in the kitchen. Toria on her feet, pouring coffee. Jane sitting at the breakfast bar.
As soon as the latter saw her, she spun on her stool, waving her hands.
“You’re never going to believe,” Jane whispered, grabbing her wrist to yank her closer. “Zairn Lomond is in our shower.”
Toria laughed. “Zairn Lomond was in her last night. I don’t think she cares about the shower.”
“I care,” Roxie said, passing her girls to pour coffee. “But his clothes are all over my bedroom, so I figured he didn’t go home naked.”
“You were okay that he might be out here with us, waving his tackle around?”
Smiling, she took the cup to her lips. “We have rules, girl
