I plan to switch points of view once in a while.

Not necessarily every other chapter, but often enough so that you can get a good look into Zoe's mind, and then Wade's.

Reviews are welcomed. Hope you like it :-)

Set after the season one finale!

Don't read if you haven't watched it.

I woke up to pale sunlight streaming through the ratty curtains, and a tan arm draped around my waist.

It all came back then. The night before. The thunderstorm, the goat in the barn, the wedding, or lack of, the sex, the confession. And now, the choice.

I wondered – silently of course – how long I could keep this up. I needed to decide, but that would make for a bad day, and with Wade's slow breathing and bare skin beside me, I couldn't bear to ruin the day just yet. Or at all. Call me selfish.

When I finally rolled over, inching my way out of Wade's grip, I got my first glance at the clock.

"Dammit!" I yelped, pushing myself out of bed, his arm flinging out around me.

Wade's eyes shot open like I'd screamed bloody murder. "What?" He spat, propping himself up on one elbow.

I could tell he'd sat up too fast, and was still half asleep. His eyes were cloudy and he looked tired. We'd stayed up pretty late, but I was well rested after three hours of sleep let alone seven.

"It's ten!" I hissed, not meaning to sound quite as unpleasant as I did. "I'm late. I'm late. I'm late."

He grinned. I could tell a sarcastic remark was on the tip of his tongue. "I hate to break it to you Doc, but maybe your little medical school wasn't as thorough as you thought. Girls can't exactly call it late hours after you've had sex." He thought for a moment. I hadn't put it together just yet, until he mumbled the last part. "Plus, I'm positive it's not your time of the month."

"You're disgusting." I said, suddenly aware of how little I was wearing as I was reminded how much of a pig Wade could be.

I nearly sprinted to the bathroom, hauling a shirt and skirt on mid stride before pulling a comb through my hair and applying a not-so-neat coat of mascara. When I emerged from the bathroom, Wade was still in my bed. "What are you doing?"

He opened his eyes again. "I'm sleeping, what's it look like?"

"No, no you're not." I shook my head. "I'm over an hour late for work, and you have to drive me, as you're the reason I'm late."

His grin returned, curling up one side of his lips. "Want to be even later?"

"Not at all. Now take me to work!"

"Needy, needy, needy." He murmured, slowly getting out of bed. I stood and watched as he pulled on his clothes, and shoved his feet into his shoes. "Well? You gonna stand there or are we headed to town?"

I snapped out of my daze and made a beeline for the sole vehicle left on the plantation.

The office was bare, which surprised me, until Wade's voice rumbled behind me. "Doc, why is there no one here? Even Breeland is gone."

"What day is it?" I gulped, knowing this was going to bring on a whole new round of clever insults thrown my way.

"Sunday, why?" I could almost hear the gears clicking in his head. "Oh, no. Now, Doc, you're telling me, you got me out of your nice comfy bed for this?" He threw his hands up. "Really?"

"Oops." I forced a smile.

"I might as well head to the Rammer Jammer." He rolled his eyes, spinning around to head back outside. "You comin' or what?"

"Wait, do you have to work?" I asked, realizing that I wasn't the only one with commitments.

"Nah, I planned on having a hangover from the wedding. Took the day off."

"Charming." I said, as we made our way back to the car, "You know, maybe I'll walk."

If I didn't know better, I'd say that the look on Wade's face as he whipped his head around was nothing but pain. Like, I'd punched him in the gut. Or worse, considering my punch wouldn't do much to his muscles. Which were entirely exposed last night. On my bed, and floor, and... get it together, Zoe.

"Uh, oh. Alright." He nodded, his face wiping clean of all emotion. "You sure?"

I just nodded and watched as he got back into the car. Again, I was being selfish, which seemed common these days, but I wasn't ready to hit the town and hear what everyone was saying about the wedding that didn't happen.

So I sat. As soon as Wade's bumper was out of sight, I dropped. The steps were cold, still mildly damp even with the sun beating down and drying up the town.

I let my mind, and eyes wander. As my eyes flicked from plants, to tar, to children in the distance, I couldn't focus on the present. Only the past. Last night specifically.

It had felt so right. Both parts – Wade, and George too. But both felt wrong in a sense. Maybe it was the terrible timing. Maybe it was the fact that I felt like a total tramp as soon as George left. I mean, I allowed him to kiss me. After I'd slept with his friend! What kind of person does that? And not only that, but then doesn't tell Wade? And just lets him stay over, his arms wrapped around me like we were some sort of...couple.

No, no, you know what? I didn't kiss George back. Not really. So that counts for something, right?

Ugh. If Lemon hated me two days ago, she really hated me now. But, there was nothing I could have done, right? I couldn't have made George's decision for him. I wasn't the direct problem. Lemon was. Hell, Lavon had more to do with their breaking up than I did. I'd just need to keep that in mind.

I snapped out of it in time for two feet to plant themselves fiercely in my path. Uh-oh. I allowed my eyes to drift up, Brick's face filling my vision.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he just shook his head. "I gotta get by." He said quietly.

I moved out of his way, allowing him to take the stairs two at a time up to the practice. I waited silently for him to return, expecting the worst. But when he finally did reappear, he plopped down beside me holding a stack of paperwork. "You know, Zoe," he began, "It's not your fault."

I looked at him in disbelief. Why wasn't he screaming at me? Telling me I'm a home-wrecking whore and that I need to get on a bus back to New York immediately? "Wha-"

He cut me off, I couldn't even get the word out. "It's Lemon and George's business." He continued. "Even if you weren't here, she still would have made a mistake, and he would have found someone else to return that mistake with."

Wow, Brick, thanks! I feel so special, I felt like snapping at him, but I kept it to myself, as he went on.

"Everyone's gonna blame you, at first at least." His voice was somber, his facial expressions matching it. "Don't let it run you out of town. You're a good doctor, as much as I hate to admit, George was right." He smiled at me, but just slightly. I was beyond confused. "You're useful to have, worth keeping around." His face fell then, turning serious. The smile missing. "But while you're used to being exiled," He patted my shoulder. "It's gonna be more extreme this time."

I waited until he'd stood up before I spoke. "So why are you being nice to me?" I asked. "I mean, you're the father of the bride left at the alter, you have no reason to be nice to me."

He let out a deep breath. "Because, Dr. Hart, I've spent too much time hating you. No need to revert back to old ways now that we've finally come to be friends."

I allowed myself to smile, but only briefly. "Friends." I repeated. "Thank you, Brick."

"I'll see you around." He turned to leave, but hesitated. "And don't tell Lemon about this, you hear?"

"I don't think that's something you have to worry about."

He nodded, his face still solemn as he turned and walked away, papers in one hand, his cell phone in the other. I heard it ring as he made his way down the sidewalk, and my heart dropped at his words. "Lemon Meringue, I'm on my way home." I heard him say. "Yes, yes, I'll pick some up. Put your sister on the phone."

He never looked back, not that I really expected him to.