She had her own life. That’s what Zoe told herself as she had lunch with Sophie, talking about her sister’s research on mutant bugs while trying not to think about Jase. Then hanging out at Maggie’s store, helping uncrate the strange fossils Maggie sold to her high-end customers, again trying not to think about Jase. She was only partially successful. The trouble was, she no longer had her own life. Without a job, she had no idea how to fill her days. The past four days since she’d quit had nearly driven her crazy. Jase had other things to do. He hadn’t been specific, but had been excited enough about some new project he worked on in his garage that she knew she had to find something to do on her own. It probably had to do with trout lures; she didn’t care to ask for fear that she’d actually have to listen to the answer. Besides, it gave her a good opportunity to spend a few hours researching lanolin and how to extract it from sheep wool. The commune’s sheep had sparked her interest, and even if she didn’t have time to develop the project herself, she could pass the information on to Gwen.
