Violet's words haunted Zeke that evening. And then the following morning. Then the following afternoon. He knew Azia needed time to recover from their kiss, time to process what was happening to both of them.

But he couldn't help himself. He needed to see her. He needed to know if maybe, just maybe, Violet had it right. That Azia did, indeed, have feelings for him, underneath her stubborn, sarcastic exterior.

Far underneath.

He was patient. He waited ...