I was frozen by the sound of the familiar voice. It kept ringing in my head. It has a warm and masculine texture. The confident accent that belonged to only one person. But I was strongly hoping I was wrong.

The projector went off, and the room became pitch dark.

My heartbeat raced. In the next split second, the lights came on and illuminated in front of me fully. My eyes focused on the figure of the man with my stomach twisting in knots.

Garth Blackwell!

I wasn't mistaken. Those aqua-blue eyes looked at me with intensity. His hair was perfectly trimmed, silky, and soft.

A tiny tremor shook my...