Zoe POV

“Okay. We’re going shopping. There’s still time. Let’s go.”

I stare at him, and the first thing I feel is genuine surprise, because the Noah Carter I carry in my memory—the one who drummed his fingers on surfaces and checked his watch and made you feel his impatience like a second presence in the room—does not say things like that with his phone already out, already scrolling through a route he’s been building while I was still processing his first ...