She needed to think about sitting down, too. She didn’t want to. Every muscle in her body longed to go to Shay, if only to hold his hand through a crappy patch between him and Tait, but these guys needed this moment just for each other—especially when it appeared Ghid was about to lay down some heavy caca. She scooted onto a stool at the bar where Colton had camped out. Oz had disappeared along with the food and her friends, leading to the conclusion that Colton felt it safer they didn’t hear the upcoming conversation. Zoe smiled in appreciation to the agent for that. Her expression quickly changed to a wince of commiseration with Shay. He’d given up six months of his life, perhaps literally, for this moment. Needless to say, the reality wasn’t matching the fantasy. She hurt for him while continuing to rein back supreme frustration with Tait. Deep breaths. Maybe Ghid’s news would help heal their rift a little. She could only watch…and pray.
