(Kendall)
Zoe tossed her bag on the couch and flopped down on it. She looked tired since she had just gotten home from work, but she was still energetic. “Okay, spill. What the hell happened at the gala?”
I didn’t answer right away. I stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the parking lot like it had answers. It didn’t.
“Don’t do that weird silent thing,” she said. “You’ve been dodging me since you got home.”
I sighed and turned to face her. “Chase tried to talk to me.”
“Again?”
I nodded. “Yeah. He saw me by myself. Said he wanted to talk, apologize… whatever.”
Zoe rolled her eyes. “And Jaxon?”
“He saw it. Got angry and told Chase to stay away from me. Said a couple of things to him and then pulled me away before it could turn into a scene.”
Her brows lifted. “Ooh, jeal
