Chapter 61

• Maya stood in the produce aisle, debating between a ripe mango and a pack of apples when she heard a voice that made her stomach tighten.
• “Maya?”
• She turned slowly, already recognizing the familiar tone. There he was—Luke—standing a few feet away, holding a basket and wearing that same easy, confident smile that had once charmed her years ago. He looked effortlessly polished in a dark sweater and jeans, as though he’d just stepped out of a casual photo shoot rather than a grocery store.