[CASSIE]
When they finally return, Evie’s cheeks are flushed, her hair slightly mussed, and Jude walks a little too close to her, his hand brushing hers as they move toward the table.
I take it all in, my mom radar pinging like crazy. I know something’s brewing between those two. I think I’ve known it since the first night when Evie came back home. But I brushed it off as my eager heart wanting my daughter to be happy and in love. Now? It doesn’t feel like just something my heart desires.
And of course, I don’t miss the way Dave’s glaring at them. It makes my shoulders tense, but I can’t interfere. It’s not my place to do it. They’re not kids anymore. They can sort this out on their own, and if there’s anything Evie wants me to know, she’ll come and talk to me about it.
Doesn’t mean
