Garin smoothed down his chestnut hair, hoping to tame the wayward cowlick that refused to comply. He hadn’t seen Willow in a few days. After his dad had dragged him home, he had been too embarrassed to face her. That and his dad made Silas escort him anytime that he went into town until Garin had had enough and went back to his apartment for a few days just to get some breathing room.

Now he was waiting in his car outside of the café like some lovestruck idiot, hoping to catch a ...