Chapter 0228 Noah Tossing and turning on the lumpy office couch, Noah checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The screen remained stubbornly blank, no new messages from Hannah.
He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting.
âDamn it, Hannah,â he muttered under his breath. âOne simple thing. Thatâs all I asked.â
He had been clear about the conditions of her trip. If she didnât want to bring a bodyguard, fine-well, not fine, but he couldnât really argue with her-but she was supposed to text him each night to let him know she was safe. It wasnât such an unreasonable thing for a husband to request of his wife, was it?
Rising from the sofa, Noah paced the length of his office, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. He knew Hannah could take care of herself, but still... couldnât she see that he just wanted to make sure she was okay?
After another hour of restless pacing and compulsive phone-checking only to find that Hannah wasnât texting him, Noah gave up on the idea of sleep. He grabbed his keys and headed out, figuring that a drink might help calm his nerves.
The bar was relatively quiet despite being a Friday night, not that Noah was complaining; he needed the solitude. Sighing, he slid onto a stool and ordered a whiskey, neat-his usual drink when he just needed something to calm his frayed nerves.
As he nursed his drink, his mind wandered back to Hannah. Things had been so strained between them lately. But then again, when had things not been strained between them? He couldnât help but wonder if she was avoiding texting him on purpose, out of spite. That would be just like her.
Noah was so lost in thought that he barely registered the tap on his shoulder until he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. He turned, surprised to see Zoe standing there in a stunning sparkling red dress.
âNoah?â Zoe said, her eyes wide with surprise. âI didnât expect to see you here at this late hour.â
Noah blinked, taking in her appearance. The sparkling red dress she wore hung all the way to the floor, hugging her curves at every point. Her blonde hair was perfectly curled, her eyes smoky and her lips red to match her dress.
âZoe,â Noah said, turning. âYou look... good.â
Zoe smiled coyly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. âThanks. I, uh, actually work here now. Iâm the lounge singer.â
âReally?â Noah said, genuinely impressed. âThatâs great. You always had an amazing voice.â
âYouâre too sweet,â Zoe said with a chuckle, touching his arm lightly as she did so. âIâm actually on break right now. Mind if I join you? Or are you with someone?â
Noah hesitated for a moment, then nodded toward the empty seat next to him. âPlease, sit. Iâm not with anyone.â
As Zoe settled onto the stool next to him, Noah couldnât help but notice how beautiful she looked tonight.
+25 BONUS He hated that he noticed, but it was impossible not to; the dress clung to her waist perfectly, and her eyes almost seemed to sparkle in the low light of the bar. He figured that it was all intentional: late-night lounge singers were always dressed to shine, to catch the eyes of lonely men drinking at the bar and get them to spend more money on expensive alcohol.
âSo,â Zoe said, leaning in slightly as she waited for her glass of red wine. âWhat brings you out tonight? Trouble sleeping?â
Noah sighed and shrugged as he ran a finger around the rim of his glass. âSomething like that. Hannahâs out of town, and she didnât want to bring a bodyguard. She promised she would text me before bed so l know sheâs safe, but...â
As Noah spoke, Zoeâs hand found its way to his arm again. âIâm sorry to hear that,â she said in a low voice. âDo you want to talk about it?â
Noah recoiled slightly at her touch. But there was no denying the fact that for a moment, just a moment, he was... tempted. It would be so easy to open up to Zoe, to let out all his frustrations and doubts. (1)