“Our rooms face each other. She doesn’t always close her curtains.”
Jase cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t peep. Freak.” He didn’t share about the first night he’d realized Zoe didn’t always close her curtains.
“What did you do wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“We always do something. Even when we don’t know we did something, we did something.”
“Fuck if I know then. When I left her at her store, we were fine.”
“Then you need to find out what you did and fix it.”
“How do you propose I do that when she won’t answer my calls or her door?”
“Figure out a way to see her when she can’t escape.” Jase pointed his beer at him. “I’m not advocating kidnapping or anything else nefarious, by the way.”
“Well, shit. Guess I’ll cross that off my list. Thanks for letting me know kidnapping was a bad idea.”
“Smart ass. Why’re you asking me anyway?”
Tim crossed one of his legs over the other. “Because you seem to have gotten your shit together with Bree and are doing a pretty good job of not fucking it up. Figured you’d have some sage advice to give me.”
Jase smirked. “Bree’s the first one to tell me when I’m about to fuck up. Why’re you really asking me?”
“You never liked Monica.”
“Jesus. That bitch.”
“That right there.” Tim pointed his beer at his brother. “I figured you’d tell me if I should cut my losses if you didn’t like Zoe.”
“I liked her. A little too shy for my tastes, but I can see the two of you together. The question is, how do you feel about her?”
“I like her. I like her a lot. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but last night I felt like a part of me was missing without her there.”
Who was he kidding? It was more than like. Not as much as love, but he could see it getting there. Something about Zoe called to him—demanding he keep the worst of the world away from her. She wasn’t the kind of woman that needed him to fight her battles for her, but he was more than willing to stand by her while she did.
Jase leaned forward and clinked his bottle against Tim’s. “Then figure out how to get your girl to tell you what you did wrong.”
