Eavesdropping was like a reflex. Keagan did not intentionally engage in it. It just happened. In his past life, when information was everything, it had served him well.
He had spotted Sam near her cottage and began to go over to greet her when her phone rang. He stopped beside a large bird-of-paradise, in its shadow. Reflex.
Her voice carried—the fountain was off—and it became apparent she was talking to Jasmyn.
“Really? For real, Jasmyn? You’re coming here? You’re moving here?”
He heard the words, those precise words. Still, he would have questioned his understanding of the one-sided conversation if not for the fact that Liv had said Jasmyn would return to stay.
Why did he ever doubt Liv’s intuition?
He felt, for the first time in a very long time, hopeful.
And maybe even a little bit happy.