Zoe hugged her friend tight. “I know. Next time...” She drew back, focusing her eyes on her. “Come to Bridge Point and visit me.”
Roslyn groaned.
Zoe chuckled. “What’s wrong with coming to a small town?”
Roslyn folded her arms. Her smile reached her eyes. “I’ll come for you, but I told you already. I like the city. But...” She arched an eyebrow. “If Bridge Point is as good as you say it is, I wouldn’t mind. Especially if it helps people fall in love.”
Zoe swallowed. “Who said that?” She walked to her car. Thank goodness she packed it earlier.
“Let’s see.” Roslyn counted on her fingers. “Your brother and Bailey fell in love there. We have Tommy and Noelle. I don’t think you and Alex are too far off either.” Her friend shrugged. “I might take my chances and stop by.”
Zoe grinned. “Alex and I are not...”
Roslyn tilted her head to the side. “What?”
“It’s too soon.” Unlocking her car, she slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. It hummed in her ears.
“If you say so, but it’s obvious the way he looks at you,” Roslyn said. “Be safe and call me when you get home.”
“I will.”
Roslyn waved as she pulled out of the parking lot, exiting the iron gate of the apartment complex. Zoe didn’t hesitate to pull into the gas station around the corner. She needed to fill up before hitting the highway back home.
Her chest fluttered at her best friend’s words, and it only made things worse since she was missing Alex. They had little time to talk between him being on the road, and the press work they were doing on the radio stations and festivals they’d booked. Zoe didn’t take into account what it would be like dating a musician. This was unfamiliar territory.
Pulling into the gas station, she parked in front of a pump. She didn’t waste time swiping her card and unscrewing her gas cap. More than anything, she wanted to see Alex before leaving, but they’d left for Dallas already. She wouldn’t see him for another week at least.
Her nose wrinkled at the smell of gasoline. If only they had more time after the dinner they’d shared with the rest of the group. Zoe’s skin prickled. She’d seen Jackson talking to Alex. Were they okay? The men acted civil, and when Alex touched her knee underneath the table, her skin heated.
Zoe hoped Jackson would come around. She only wanted to decide for herself. As much as she cared about her brother’s opinion, she wanted to make her own decision. Hopefully it was the right one. What was the point of involving everyone into her relationship, only to tell them later it didn’t work out?
What if Zoe had her hopes up for no reason? Despite her optimism, there was a gnawing in her gut still. Not of him failing her, but her disappointing him. She blocked it out as she finished pumping her gas and taking her receipt.
Settling back into the driver’s seat, Zoe grabbed her hand sanitizer, squirting an ample amount onto her hands. Should she call Alex? He’d done well keeping in touch with her, always leaving a text if he couldn’t call.
Zoe started her car but shrieked as her phone rang through her Bluetooth, blasting her speakers. Alex’s name was on screen. She answered with a smile.
“Have you left yet?” he asked.
“I left Roslyn’s place, but I needed gas. How are you?”
Alex sighed. “I’m trying to remember that press comes with this business. I’d rather be on stage playing the drums.”
“You’ll have a break soon.” Zoe pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the highway.
“I’d rather spend my off time with you. I know we saw each other, but it’s been too long.”
Zoe giggled.
“That’s funny?” She heard the humor in his voice. “I’m pouring out my heart and you think it’s funny.”
Zoe covered her mouth with one hand on the wheel. “If I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry.”
Alex chuckled. “No, you didn’t.” He sighed. “I miss you Zoe—a lot.”
“I miss you too.”
He paused.