Giselle gave a reluctant nod. “I promise you.”

When they got back to the café, a familiar car was parked upfront — it was unmistakably Megan’s.

Giselle broke away from Henry’s grasp and bolted inside, poised to embrace Megan, only to stop dead in her tracks. Behind her was someone else.

“Jasper Harper? What brings you here too?”

“I bumped into her on the flight over, so I tagged along,” Jasper murmured, his eyes darting away.

“Oh, what a ...