The second of three one shots for 'Hairdos & Holidays'. Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed. I'm glad you enjoyed this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hart of Dixie, because if it did, Wade would have been with Zoe already.
"Who was your message from?" Wade asked George as he hung up the phone. "Lavon? Can he come and get us or not?"
"No. It was actually from- uh-" he paused then finally admitted, "From Zoe."
"Huh," Wade said, dragging out the uh part, "Right secret plans with secret girlfriend."
"Just lay off, alright?" George shot back, "I mean why are we even talking about this?"
"We're talking about it, George, 'cause what your doing stinks," Wade yelled, "Ever since Zoe moved here she hasn't gone out with a single guy. Why? Cause you," Wade pointed at George, "You keep leading her on with those stupid flirting. Well guess what, unless you're planning on scraping your wedding plans with Lemon, just back off from Zoe Hart, okay?"
"I don't understand why you care about this so much, but there is nothing on between me and Zoe Hart," Zoe heard a man yell from the door. Lavon had asked her if she could pick up Wade and George from the jail because he had to judge the Miss Cinnamon Cider pageant. She stopped short, not coming into view yet. "Okay, I admit there my be some sparks there but because she reminds me of New York City and yes we may have flirted a little and I should have but lets get this straight. I am engaged to Lemon Breeland and nothings going to change that. You see we love each other and nothing and no one can compete with the history that we have. We are going to be together and we are going to stay together forever. Ya got that?" Almost as an after thought, George added, "I don't even really like Zoe that much. Girls like that are too high-maintenance and aren't looking to settle down. She's not staying here. She's going back to New York City once her year here is up and she'll forget all about you and me and Bluebell because that it the kind of person Zoe Hart is."
Ouch, Zoe thought, that hurt. She stepped out from behind the wall. She felt like she was about to cry and Wade met her eyes.
"Alright then."
"Well gentlemen, it looks like your ride's here," the sheriff said, unlocking the cell door. George saw her face and stepped forward towards her.
"Zoe, how much of that did you hear?"
"Enough to say I should only pick up Wade. Let your low-maintenance fiancé come pick you up. I'm sure she'll squeeze you in between harassing me and making sure Magnolia is a copy of herself."
"Miss," the sheriff said, "You can't pick up one or the other. You have to take them both."
"Fine," Zoe growled, "But you're finding your own way home," she told George.
"Zoe-"
"No, George. I thought we were friends. I will admit, yes, I felt something for you. But you are engaged. I'm not putting myself in the middle of that. If you are going to say something like that, say it to my face." She shook her head. "You're a coward," she said disgusted, "and a jerk and a whole lot of other things that I'm not going to sit here and list off because you are not worth my time." She turned, "Come on, Wade, let's go."
Wade shrugged and followed, grabbing the door for her, following her out.
"You alright, doc?" Wade asked, barely catching up to her. She nodded and turned back to him.
"It makes me feel a whole lot better about my decision." Wade looked at her confused. Decision? Before he had time to ask, two softly lips pressed against his. As if reflex, his hand rested itself in the small of her back, the other cradling her neck. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet at the same time, there was an underlying passion in it. For him, it was over far too soon, and he was looking into those doe brown eyes that were smiling up at him.
"Let's go home, Zoe," he whispered down at her and she grinned.