Saige’s [POV]

I place a cocktail in front of a smiling girl wearing an oversized yellow badge proclaiming it’s her twenty-second birthday. I’m turning to give her friend an identical pink, fruity drink when something makes me look up.

My eyes connect with a blue stare two feet away.

It’s so close I should have known he was there. Yet somehow, I didn’t feel his attention.

Nathan.

“You’ve got your work cut out making things right, sweetheart,” he says, in that ...