Zoe's POV
The door opened more slowly than I expected.
And there she was.
Paige Cohen.
Holding a glass of wine. Of course, she was.
I almost smiled to myself. In all the time I had known her, I couldn't remember a single interaction where she wasn't sipping something—wine, champagne, or something expensive and unnecessary. Yet somehow, she always claimed she didn't have a drinking problem. Right.
Her eyes widened the moment she saw me. "Brandon?" There was a mix of surprise and something else—curiosity, maybe. I pulled off my cap slowly, forcing a polite smile. "Hey."
A beat passed, and then her expression shifted completely. "Oh my God," she laughed lightly. "What a pleasant surprise." She stepped aside immediately. "Come in, come in."
