MAEVE'S POV
She added a wink and a little conspiratorial smile.
My body didn't react fast enough, but something in me came alive—a twitch in my fingers, a lift of my lashes. The spark in my chest.
"What time?" I rasped, my voice still sore from too much crying, throwing my head up a little too eagerly.
She glanced at the clock on the mantle just as it struck 6 p.m., her smirk widening.
"Right now."
And like on cue—like he too had been watching the clock, holding onto the anticipation with every bated breath—the phone on the table began to ring.
My stomach flipped.
"I'll excuse you," Nina said with a soft pat to my thigh. "Try not to cry into the tea, mm?"
The moment she left, I just stared at the screen like it was going to bite me. Devon's name blinked up at me like a warm hand reaching out across time, across heartbreak, across Ash Creek.
I didn't even realize my own hand was trembling until I answered it.
"Hello?" I managed.
