Zoe Pierce didn't know when she had drifted off.
She only knew that late into the night, she had listened to Aaron Xavier talk about his family. With just a few sentences, he painted a picture of his complicated home life.
His mother, who had died young. His good-for-nothing uncle's family.
A social-climbing father and a stepmother who was always scheming.
"Zoe Pierce, will you think less of me?" The flaws in his character were still there, always revealing themselves when he least expected it.
Paranoid and obstinate.
It wasn't like her situation—she had no real family ties to speak of. His family affairs were a tangled mess, impossible to sort out, and at times, unbearably frustrating.
Zoe Pierce had sighed softly then. "I won't."
It was true that Aaron Xavier had a difficult temper, but if you looked closely, you'd realize he never threw a fit without reason.
He was capable of listening to reason and restraining himself.
