ZOE
“You’re dating my brother,” I said quietly, arms crossed as I stared at Ella and Preston in the car. There was no other explanation that made sense. None of that could justify the weird electricity I was picking up on between them.
Preston hissed, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended him. “You’re just drunk, Zoe. What the f**k were you even thinking, going to a place like that?”
“She’s not a kid anymore, Preston,” Ella said, calm but firm. Thank God she was here. If not, I’d probably be strangling my i***t brother right now. Her voice carried that no-nonsense editor vibe she always had, but it was laced with something softer. For him.
My eyes narrowed.
Ella sighed, looking at me now. “She needs sleep. Can you drop her at your house before we head to mine? Pl
