Owls hoot in the darkness, singing a lullaby to the moon. When all the boys were in a deep sleep in the dormitory, Elsie was wide awake, facing her wildest nightmare. Many mysteries unfolded before her eyes, but the last revelation was the hardest one to accept.

“Cade Robertson has green eyes, you dummy. Yours is as black as my lipstick,” she said. In that situation, nothing was impossible, but she prayed she was right this time.

“You sound as if you know him. Are you his stalker?”

“No,” she replied in a defensive tone. “But I’ve seen him.”

Cade crossed his arms. “I’m not surprised. He’s a heartthrob in...