ZOE’S POV
The moment the words left my mouth, “Can Jamie spend the day with me tomorrow?” Chloe stopped mid-step like someone had yanked her back by an invisible chain. The fake warmth that had lit her face moments ago drained into a pale look of disbelief and panic. I didn’t even try to hide the satisfaction bubbling inside me. I had caught her off guard, and she hated it.
Austin turned to me his brow furrowed slightly as he considered the request. “Well.. it’s still weekend,” he began slowly then looked at Chloe. “If Zoe doesn’t mind I think that should be fine.”
Everyone turned to her and for a split second she stood frozen—her victory slipping away, unravelling bit by bit right in front of her. She stuttered, struggling to come up with a response. “I–I just think Jamie should rest…
