Zoe POV

The awkwardness clings to me like something I can’t shake off, and what I hate more than the situation itself is the fact that I hate it—that standing here between these two men with my palm still warm from where Noah’s hand was makes me feel like I’ve been caught doing something I can’t explain, when the truth is I didn’t even notice until someone else pointed it out.

James is still looking at me with that particular expression he’s been wearing for ...