CHAPTER SEVENTEEN THIRD PERSON POV

The afternoon sun was warm and soft when Santino’s mother suggested that everyone move to the garden for dessert. The main meal had left everyone full but happy, well, everyone except Santino, who looked like someone had stolen his patience and set it on fire.

Hailey followed behind his mother, trying to look calm even though she was still trying to recover from Santino’s deep, unreadable stare during lunch. It had felt like his eyes were pulling her ...