Hailey's POV

Evans found me in the garden the next morning.

I was sitting on the stone bench near the fountain, nursing a cup of tea and trying not to think about Calix or his healing hand, or the way he looked at me like he knew me and the way Evans' face was when I mentioned Calix.

"Good morning," Evans said, sitting beside me. "Can we talk?"

"Of course." I turned to face him, surprised by the softness in his voice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." He took my hand gently. "Actually, I want to tell you something. Something that might make things between us better."

My heart did...