Chapter Twenty
Zoe would have expected things to be awkward after having s*x with Padric for the first time. But the only awkward thing was that she wanted to do it again almost as soon as he left the room with her laundry.
She felt too good to worry about the fact that they’d tossed a big grenade into their friendship. This was Padric, someone who knew her flaws intimately. He knew she could be hotheaded, and that her pride got in her way sometimes. He knew she feared rejection—or at least he knew that now. He knew she occasionally said things without thinking, and that she was stuck here in Lost Harbor for the foreseeable future. He knew she had disastrous romantic luck. He knew she held grudges. He knew she believed in revenge. He knew that she couldn’t jog much faster than a freshwat
