Wyatt choked on his beer. “Joe, the airport manager Joe? What the hell is she doing out with that horndog?”
Back at the house, Parker had managed to shelve his frustration about the date. For one thing, Zoe hadn’t dressed like a woman planning on getting any action. And for another, he’d sensed absolutely zero chemistry between her and Joe.
But after Wyatt’s comment, he realized it didn’t mean that Joe wouldn’t try . . .
Fuck. He stood up and tossed some money down on the table. “Gotta go.”
Wyatt narrowed his eyes. “Gotta go where?”
“Work,” Parker said.
“At . . .” Wyatt looked at his watch. “Nine o’clock at night?”
“My job’s twenty-four-seven.”
Wyatt cocked his head. “You’re on vacation.”
Shit. “It’s a working vacation, as it turns out.”
Wyatt only stared at him, but Emily laughed. When she realized Wyatt wasn’t amused, she nudged him. “Wyatt Stone, he’s your friend and a good man. Be happy for them.”
“Whoa,” Parker said with sudden understanding. “There’s nothing going on between me and Zo—”
“Why, don’t you think she’s good enough for you?” Wyatt asked.
“No—I mean yes!” Jesus, Parker was starting to sweat. “She’s . . . amazing. I just meant we’re not going anywhere with anything. We’re not . . .”
Emily patted him on the hand. “It’s okay,” she said, still smiling. “You’re going to survive this. Tell him, Wyatt. Tell him he’ll survive it.”
Wyatt just continued to stare at Parker.
“Would you rather she end up with Joe?” Emily asked Wyatt. “Or some dentist?”
Wyatt grimaced and scrubbed his hands down his face. “I’m half tempted to let him go storming into her date,” he muttered. “But knowing Zoe, she’d marry Joe just to spite me.”
“I’m telling you, it’s not like that,” Parker said again. And Christ, now he was protesting too much.
“Just sit,” Wyatt said looking resigned. “Because trust me, I’m doing you a favor stopping you from going after her tonight. If you bust open her date, she’ll bust your chops. Zoe likes to make her mistakes on her own. No one can tell her what to do.”
Emily beamed at Wyatt. “Aw. You’re so sweet.”
Parker sighed and sat back down.
And then to prove a point to all of them—especially himself—he stayed out as late as possible so he wouldn’t have to see Zoe return from her date and possibly invite Joe in and upstairs to her room.
Or not return at all.
He wasn’t sure which would be worse.
When he finally pulled up to the house, it was dark and still. He looked at his phone.
Midnight.
Damn . . . The implication of Cinderella not being home wasn’t wasted on him. He heaved himself out of the vehicle and headed up the walk.
He let himself in and out of habit did a quick search of his surroundings.
Definitely alone.
Halfway back through the living room toward the kitchen, he became aware that someone was watching him. Reaching for the gun tucked into the back of his jeans was second nature.
So was checking his surroundings without looking obvious. He heard a sound on the other side of the front door, but either his instincts were seriously off or he was just that fucked up in the head at the moment because he didn’t check the peephole before whipping the door open.
He had a flash of Joe pulling back from Zoe, who fell backward into Parker’s arms. He shoved the gun into the back of his pants and gripped her arms until she gained her balance.
He was ridiculously happy to see her because if she was here, it meant she was not in Joe’s bed.
Joe stood facing them both. Clearly Parker had just interrupted something because the guy was looking frustrated and Zoe was looking . . . relieved?
“Well,” she said quickly, flashing her fake smile—yes, Parker knew each and every one of her smiles and this one, the brittle fake one aimed at the man who had clearly just pressed her up against the door to kiss her, was most definitely Parker’s new favorite.