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I’d thought that, too. But it hadn’t started until True arrived and I wanted to know how it was possible for someone I didn’t know two months ago to trigger this discovery. And after I’d been on this earth for thirty years, unaware.

“It just doesn’t make sense, dad. I love Noah. I always have. He’s my best friend. But lately, now that True is in our lives, I’m seeing him differently. I want to take care of them. I want them to be happy. I want to know every problem they have before they have it so I can fix it.“

He whistled lowly and the sharp sound reverberating in my car made me grimace.

“Oh, you got it bad. For both of them. How the hell did this happen?”

“That’s why I called you. I just…I don’t know.”

“You always were the overachiever in the family. A boyfriend and a girlfriend,” he finished, more to himself than me.

A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

“Is there any chance he has these feelings for you?”

“No, Noah knows I’m straight. We’ve never crossed that line.”

My dad grunted.

“Well, what do you want to happen? If you’re having these feelings out of the blue, he could be too. Or it could be just because you’re dealing with the same woman.”

“Yea…maybe,” I muttered, turning onto our street.

“Didn’t you say she was in town to write a book? If she leaves, do you think the feelings hold up or are you caught up in the heat of the moment?”

The reminder that True was leaving after her book was done grated on me like sandpaper.

In the delusional recesses of my brain, I’d convinced myself that we would be able to convince her to stay by then.

“I don’t know.” A frustrated sigh rolled out of me because I was no closer to answers than I was before this call started. I was frustrated with myself, not my father for not having answers to questions I didn’t know how to ask.

This was all too…new.

“Give it some time. It’s only been a few weeks, son.” In the background, he told someone tocome inand I knew it was my mom a beat later when her heels clicked against their marble floors.

“Are you talking to one of our children?”

“Mhm. Grey, you’re on speaker. Say hello to your mother.”

“Hey, mom.”

“Greyson, honey. What’s this I hear about the resort having a cat?”

I frowned and put my truck in park. “Who have you been talking to?”

It was either Noah or Ms. Annie. Nobody else just had my mom’s number laying around.

“Oh, never mind about that. It’s so charming. Like a little bed and breakfast feel.”

Her voice was thrilled and I sucked in a patient breath.

“Ooh, no, like a Hallmark Christmas movie. And her name is Duchess,” she cooed.

“Who has a cat and where?” My dad asked, trying to keep up.

“The resort, dear. Greyson has a cat named Duchess. Let me find a picture.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. It was definitely Noah. Ms. Annie didn’t know how to send a text message to save her life. She always got me to do it whenever I was near.