Allison's POV
"WHAT?! "Zoe's jaw dropped so dramatically I half-expected it to hit the table. "Holy s**t. You're joking, right?"
In contrast to her slack-jawed horror, I stayed calm. Ice-cold.
"And that's exactly why I don't want to play tour guide," I said, calmly pulling my blazer sleeve straight. "But bills don't pay themselves, so here we are."
Zoe opened and closed her mouth a few times.
"But... why did you two divorce? I mean—" She caught herself. "Just curious. Feel free to tell me it's none of my business."
I gave her a faint smile. "It's not a secret."
I crooked a finger, and Zoe leaned in like I was about to tell her where Jimmy Hoffa was buried.
I dropped my voice to a dramatic whisper.
"Bedroom problems. Terminal performance issues. Think: a s****l
