He’d watched Zoe tear out of the back room like a bat out of hell, then just kind of stood there for a while in his underwear, wondering just where the actual f**k things had gone so wrong between the two of them. All that soft, murmuring warmth replaced by a cold, hard woman throwing insults and spewing venom. What had he done to bring on that change? He was pretty sure nothing – but from what he knew of Zoe from Wolf, the woman wasn’t a head case, so the theory that she’d flipped out because she was a nutbar didn’t really hold water. So what, then?
Eventually, he’d gotten dressed, headed back to the bar and checked in with Cole. Glanced around to ensure that things were cool and under control, and he’d spent the next three hours sitting at the bar alone, drinking plain Coke with ice and
