I looked up in surprise. Miles stood at the doorway, his figure framed by the afternoon sunlight. He was dressed casually, pulling a suitcase behind him.

His gaze was fixed on me, his eyes sparkling with a bright, playful light, as if scattering warmth into the room.

Miles had returned. I was completely caught off guard, just as I had been when he unexpectedly remembered my dad's old phone number.

Tessa and Ethan were equally stunned. They stared ...