Angela’s POV
I immediately pushed away the ridiculous thought that had crossed my mind. There was no way this had anything to do with Aaron Carter. Just hearing the name Carter was enough to make my body tense. I had to be losing my mind to even connect this situation to him.
I didn’t ask anything else. “Alright then. I’ll be leaving.”
I turned, ready to walk away.
Then I stopped.
In the distance, between the long rows of grapevines, someone stood slightly turned to the side. Tall. Expensive-looking suit. One hand tucked into his pocket. A posture that felt painfully familiar.
My chest dropped.
Slowly, the man turned his head.
And when his face came fully into view, my breath caught in my throat.
Aaron Carter.
My eyes widened. My heart slammed harder as reality caught up with me.
