—Eloise—

The shock on Caleb's face as his gaze flicked from me to Séraphina deserved a Grammy.

He finally looked at me.

“It's not what you're thinking, Eloise.”

I let out a short, humorless laugh.

“What am I supposed to think, Caleb?”

He reached for the shirt hanging beside him, but my attention remained on Séraphina, who was sitting comfortably on his bed as if she had every right to be there.

I looked back at him.

“I came all the way from Hawaii because ...