Zoe gave a slight smile. “Thanks.”
“So... back to my original question. Have you met any guys yet?”
Alex’s ice green eyes flashed in her mind. He’d been so close at the bridge. Letting him use her camera made Zoe’s eyes widened. No one touched her camera. It was too personal. Yet, she let him hold her prized possession.
Why? He only wanted what he couldn’t have. Zoe wouldn’t give in to his charms. If he were serious, he would tell her his intentions. Enough guys had played with her emotions. Not to mention, she already ruined the life of one guy.
“Nothing serious if that’s what you mean,” Zoe said.
Roslyn huffed. “You’re being stubborn.”
“Cautious is more like it,” she said.
“If you build too many walls, no one can get in. Not to mention get out.”
Zoe paused at her words. Did she have too many walls? No. She was protecting herself, not just from Alex. Zoe could be her own worst enemy. She’d seen firsthand the consequences of her poor choices. She wouldn’t repeat that. Not for a playboy like Alex.
***
“Can I get you anything else?” the bartender asked.
Alex finished the rest of his nachos. Then he used a napkin to wipe his fingers clean. He raised his chin and stared at the brunette behind the counter. Despite the dim lighting, her hazel eyes sparkled at him.
Alex grinned. “No, thank you.”
“You sure?” She tilted her head to the side, while placing a hand on her hip.
Alex took her all in. The woman’s curves showed despite her black uniform. Olive skin and her dark features were breathtaking. He knew he could get her number. All he had to do was lower his voice and give her his famous smolder. Too easy.
He felt a twinge in his chest. Even the music from the radio couldn’t silence his thoughts of Zoe. “I’m sure.”
The bartender nodded. “Suit yourself. Let me know if you change your mind.”
Alex bobbed his head. Would he? He paid his bill and headed for the door to the Main Street.
Should he call her? Aunt Pam had given him her number as an emergency contact for Celine. Zoe had to have his number, but she didn’t use it. Alex rubbed the back of his head. Taking his cell out of his pocket, he found her name. Would she answer?
“Alex?”
“I see you saved my number,” he said. His insides quivered. She threw him off his rhythm. Why?
“There’s no emergency if that’s what you mean. Celine is fine.”
“I’m glad, but...”
“But what?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Silence.
“Zoe?” Did she hang up?
“What for?”
He laughed. She was a piece of work, but he... liked it. He liked her. “Tell me more about you. Why did you move to Bridge Point?”
“Nosy aren’t we?”