ZOE’S POV
The restaurant Austin picked wasn’t far from the office I shared with Owen. It looked elegant and quiet with soft music playing in the background. We were seated by the window side, light spreading across the table.
He smiled as I sat down opposite him. “Thanks for sparing me the time especially with how last-minute this was.”
I returned the smile. “You don’t need to thank me, Austin. You’re family. It’s no problem.”
He gave a small nod and glanced down fidgeting with the edge of his napkin. “I’ve been looking to talk to you… not about the project or business. About family.”
That caught my attention. My spine straightened just slightly, but I kept my expression calm.
“I realized I know next to nothing about Zoe’s side of the family,” he continued. “She never talks about yo
