A/N: Another chapter! What multiple in a week? Insannnity!

Unfortunately, despite the progress I still don't own the characters or anything Hart of Dixie related.

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Zoe POV

I walked back to my place in a daze. That was the effect Wade had on me the last couple of weeks – dazed and beyond confused.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake it as I pushed open my front door. This was ridiculous; I didn't have feelings for him, well not those kinds of feelings. Did I find him attractive? Sure. Was there a certain amount of palpable chemistry between us? On occasion. But was I falling for him? No way. That wasn't happening. I mean really, Wade?

As I fell back into bed I puffed out a breath, mulling it over and shaking my head. He was infuriating. He had a knack for pushing all the right buttons to get me riled up; it was like he took some sick pleasure in watching me squirm and argue with him. Then again, how many guys would laugh when you dumped a pitcher of ice water on their heads? I grinned at the memory of the Great Bluebell Heatwave 2011.

The kiss that almost happened, but didn't. The way his skin felt under my fingers when I'd stitched and bandaged him up, allowing my hands to linger seconds too long. And even though he made fun of me then too, 'sure are taking your time with that bandage doc', I hadn't seen the taunting expression in his face. I'd seen… curiosity?

My heart was beating faster despite not moving an inch on my bed. Truthfully he wasn't a terrible person, and he wasn't mean and rude all the time. He did seem to drop whatever he was in the middle of to fix the fuse box for me. And he had done the impossible and helped me get the remaining patients I needed to meet my thirty percent, even though he didn't have to; not to mention all the others he'd rounded up for me in my absence. That doesn't even include the fact that I'd barely paid for a single drink and meal at the Rammer Jammer. He mostly just said it was taken care of, despite my protests. He went so above and beyond sometimes… and how had I missed this?

I smack my forehead, shutting my eyes. "Shit," I sighed.

I was falling for Wade Kinsella.

The next morning was awkward. I woke up and it was as if I didn't know how to be myself. With the newfound realization I wasn't Dr. Zoe Hart anymore, I was Dr. Zoe-Hart just another girl who fell for Wade's… Wade. It wasn't even charm that I fell for – it was just him, which made me groan out loud because if I sounded like a romantic chick flick in my head, who knew what was going to slip out of my mouth when I was around others.

I had to get a grip on this and seal it shut before I made a complete fool of myself.

So, until I could I would just do the mature thing: avoid Wade and try to avoid talking about him. That should be easy enough; I just wouldn't be able to go to the Rammer Jammer, and I'd have to call Lavon before heading to the main house for meals to ensure Wade wasn't there. It would be completely effortless, only not. Ugh.

I had to be making this harder on myself than it actually was, right? I mean I had a thing for George and he was engaged for Christ's sake! I'd been able to keep that under fairly good lock and key (or so I thought) so what was the problem here? That Wade would catch wind of it by just reading my face? That Lavon, the man who knew me and read me better than anyone in this town would see it and tell him? Or, that part of me wished he would? With each question I got more anxious, until I finally decided avoidance was by far the best course of action, at least for now.

I skipped breakfast at the main house, and bypassed coffee at the Rammer Jammer, which just made for a bad caffeine-withdraw migraine by 10am.

It was Saturday though, and completely dead – not even Brick had patients today. Though, he opted to be on call nearly every Saturday and was off entirely on Sundays. His one day of reprieve was my one day to snatch patients; unfortunately they were all at church with him.

Addie was off on weekends, so the place was completely silent. Creepy silent. Normally at times like this, I'd tape a sign that said to call my cell or find me at the Rammer Jammer, and I'd go over and hang out there. I wasn't good with the deafening quiet, so the Rammer Jammer kept me from going insane while I waited for someone, anyone, to walk in with some kind of medical emergency.

But I couldn't go over there today.

So I was going through patient charts, trying to memorize little nuances about them when I heard the front door open. I practically flew out of my seat, glad to be relieved from the tedious task I'd set up for myself.

"Hi, how can I –" I started, but cut myself off when I saw it was Wade, carrying up a cup of coffee and paper bag.

"Hey," he greeted, offering up a half smile as he approached. "I didn't see you this morning, and when Lavon came in he said you never went in to make coffee or lunch, so I just figured…" he trailed off holding up the contents that were in his hands. "You probably needed fuel while you save the town from the next plague."

There he was doing something nice for me again. He was really making it difficult to go back to thinking of him as just the annoying, childish Wade I'd had no problem berating a few days ago. I wanted to huff and tell him to quit it because I didn't know how to process whatever this was that I was feeling. But he wouldn't get it and then I'd have to spill the details and that would just be humiliating.

So I kept quiet on the matter.

"Thanks," I replied as I took the items from his hands.

"No sweat," he murmured. I noticed him looking around with a confused expression. "Is anyone even here?"

I rolled my eyes, walking back into my office to put the items down. I could smell the coffee and couldn't wait to gulp every drop of it down. "No, no one's come in yet."

I heard him follow behind me. "And… you're hanging out here?"

I nodded turning around to look at him, "Mhm." I knew what he was really asking was why aren't you down at the Rammer Jammer if it's dead? But I wasn't going to answer it. I'd feign ignorance as long as I could.

"Listen, this isn't about last night is it?"

"What?" Now I was the one confused.

He moved closer and I felt my heart thump the way it had the night before. He wasn't as close now, but it still gave me the same reaction. "About me pushing you to go because I was tired?" He clarified, hesitating a little as he continued. "Because I was, tired I mean."

I nodded, reaching for the coffee and lifting the lid because the migraine was getting worse by the minute. "Yea, I know."

"So it's not about that?"

"No," I said between sips. "I just want to take the down time to go through my files and get to really know the patients; it's something I just haven't made a priority to do until now."

"Oh, well okay," he sighed, looking around the room. "I'm just gonna head back then."

"How much do I owe you?" I asked, walking around my desk for my purse.

He chuckled, and I heard his footsteps moving closer. "Since when do you pay for anything doc?"

I felt the blush rise to my cheeks so I kept my focus on the contents of my bag. "Well, I mean… you delivered. The Rammer Jammer doesn't deliver last I checked, so at least let me give you five for this," I managed to get out without sounding abnormal.

I heard him laugh and move again, this time away from me. "Good one doc. I'll catch you later."

When I looked up he was in the doorway, grinning. "This is where you say goodbye."

I rolled my eyes, a smirk turning into a smile on my lips. "Bye Wade."

So what if the smile lasted the rest of the day? I was pretty sure I was doomed regardless.

Wade POV

Something was up with her and I couldn't put my finger on it.

At first I thought she was pissed, but when I saw her she didn't seem like it at all. And the girl never hid when she was mad at me, not that I ever wanted her to. I liked that she was honest and real, most girls around here were too afraid to let you see them in any other state other than happy.

Zoe was a breath of fresh air, even if she came from a polluted over crowded city.

But after I left, I was even more confused. If she wasn't pissed, then what was it? The only time she didn't come in before work was when she had breakfast at the main house. Lavon said he hadn't seen her all morning, and so naturally, I got worried. Not that I told Lavon that, or anything. But after he left I ordered up a club sandwich, fries and grabbed a cup of coffee. It wasn't a big deal; I just didn't need Lavon reading into any of it.

I waited for her to come by at 3:30 like she usually did, but again she was a no show. That girl was gonna drive me bat shit. And even though I typically worked from open until close most nights of the week, especially on weekends I was having a rough time not asking Shelley to cover me once 5pm hit and I knew the doc would be heading home. It was fucking nuts how much she had gotten under my skin.

But I didn't leave. For one, I didn't wanna leave Shell in the lurch on a busy Saturday night and secondly, Zoe could take care of herself. I just had to remind myself of that from time to time because sometimes she said and did things that made me wonder if she could – especially down here.

When I got home, I half expected her to be at my doorstep again. She'd had insomnia nearly every night this week so when I found my porch empty, I had to double back to make sure I hadn't missed her sitting out on her own.

But she wasn't, and her lights were out. She must've finally readjusted to the weather. Either that or reading all those boring files tired her out to the point that it didn't matter how hot it was.

I got inside my place, wondering how the fuck people did this. How they functioned and had feelings for people, because honestly? This shit was draining. And I didn't know if it was so exhausting because I couldn't say or do a damn thing about it, or because I felt so fucking much. I mean, come on, I was thinking about this girl all day, non-stop.

I stayed up for awhile, watching stupid infomercials and nursing a beer, then a second. I just had to zone out and get my mind blank for awhile otherwise I'd never be able to sleep.

It was a little after 4 in the morning when I got off the couch and tossed my bottles in the trash. I started to turn off all the lights and was halfway to my room when I heard the knock on my door.

This better not be… anyone. Be the fucking wind. I waited a second until I heard another knock. Why the hell did people think they could come around here at 4 in the morning like it was the middle of the afternoon?

"Yea?" I asked without looking at who was there as I threw the door open.

Familiar eyes looked up at me and I watched her as she bit her lip, "Hey, can I come in?"