Chapter 65

Large crate secured in both hands, Zoe rang Drake's doorbell with her elbow and blew the hair out of her eyes. After she'd visited Mama this morning, Zoe had run to the store to pick up a few things based off her conversation with Drake last night. A bead of sweat, courtesy of the warm day, trailed down her back while she waited.

The door swung open and he stood there in a loose pair of black nylon shorts and a red tee. He surveyed her load and lifted his brows. "What's that?"

"It's called heavy. Give me a hand."

Without a word, he took the crate as if it weighed nothing and held the door for her with his foot. Once inside, he set the package down.

The dogs came running in, tails wagging. Plopping to the floor to show them some love, she cooed and scratched their ears. "Who's the biggest, sweetest furbabies? Yes, you are."

Drake crossed his arms. "Do you talk like this around infants, too? It's disturbing."