Chapter 62

Trey's illness had taken a toll on his appetite. Evangeline made him some oatmeal and carefully fed him, then gently washed his hands and face. By the time she was done, it was already the middle of the night.

Once Trey was sound asleep, Evangeline could finally relax. She headed to her old room to wind down.

After a quick wash, she was so wiped out that she passed out the moment her head hit the pillow.

…

Walter got in from the airport well after midnight, worn out from his trip and a nasty stomach bug. He barely made it to his bed before collapsing.

Then, out of nowhere, he caught a whiff of something familiar.

It was Evangeline's signature scent.

Was he so tired he was hallucinating, or was her scent really lingering in the room?

His fingers brushed against something unexpectedly soft, and without thinking, he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Evangeline, who had been sound asleep, woke up with a start, her hand flying to her face as she cried out. She had been dreaming that a mons