I left Dominic’s office with my mind so full of thoughts I wished I could open it up and dump them on the floor to get some relief. I walked back to the front door, but another voice interrupted me again. This time it wasn’t Mr. Molton, it was his son.

“Can I talk to you?”

I spun around to see Daniel with his arms crossed and leaning against the staircase banister. He looked cute in his pajamas and rumpled hair. The tension between us was ...