Ambiguous words always leave the most to the imagination.
Especially for Nathan Lockwood and Chase Shaw.
They all understood at once. Erin Xavier was the person most intimate with Zoe Pierce.
Nathan Lockwood's gaze darkened as his eyes met Zoe Pierce's. Zoe's vision seemed to blur for a moment. She decisively abandoned Erin's side and perched on the arm of the sofa.
"Zoe," Nathan Lockwood called to her.
Zoe Pierce's body swayed precariously. Hearing her name, she let herself slide down.
Right into his lap.
Nathan Lockwood looked down at the clearly drowsy Zoe Pierce and asked, "Is there nothing you want to say to me?"
'She worries about Chase's headaches, and she's been with Erin the most. But what about me? Is there nothing she wants to say? Nothing she worries about for me?'
Drinking didn't make him flush. His cool, pale skin was unaffected, though his words carried a faint scent of alcohol.
