Starry wasn’t sure when his attitude had shifted.
Maybe it had started when Chloe stopped trying to fight him at every turn.
Maybe it was when he realized how different she was from anyone he had ever known.
Or maybe it had been there from the very beginning, and he had been too stubborn to admit it. And when she'd left briefly to see her mother and he'd felt that first wave of fear of having her go away.
Either way, as he finished up the last of his work and leaned back in his chair, he knew one thing for certain—he was looking forward to tonight.
That in itself was unusual.
Dinner was just dinner, right? A simple meal between two people.
Then why did it feel like something more?
Starry exhaled, rubbing his temple briefly before glancing at the time. He still had a few hours, but
