Joseph woke up the next morning to the sight of Zoe hunkered down on the floor, scrubbing at his puke like it was her personal mission.
He rubbed his pounding temples, the room reeking like a bad night in a dive bar. Hadn't tied one on this epic in ages.
Zoe's eyes were puffy and red as she glanced his way. "Joseph, if cutting loose from Gina twists you up this bad, maybe I should just ghost. Even if the moon comes down hard on me, I'd shoulder the blame for you—no sweat."
Joseph dropped his gaze, voice going gravel-low.
Gina was his she-wolf, sure—but hell, so was Zoe.
And... Zoe hadn't stabbed him in the back, rolling around with some side-wolf behind his tail!
He'd blacked out sloppy; she'd played nurse all night, no complaints.
Plus, her head games—that paranoid delusion jazz—st
