Chapter 63

Zoe was going to lose it. Completely, utterly, in grand fashion, lose it.

She paced the living room in Mama's house, biting her thumbnail and trying to decide if she should back out of tonight's painting party with Drake or show. She'd finished work early and had headed home with the notion she'd visit Mama in rehab, shower, and go to Drake's. She was closing in on two hours until she was supposed to be there and she had done little more than wear the rug down to threads.

To think, Fridays were supposed to be the best day of the week. With his added invite to make dinner, she had no clue if this was supposed to be a date.

With a passing thought, she was tempted to call Avery, but Zoe didn't need any more witnesses to her epic breakdown. She was acting like an indecisive vapid female, but damn it. This was Drake.