CHAPTER 24

           A week later, after the museum event and his heated discussion with his cousin, Theo cautiously approached Dea’s bedroom as he planned his next move. He felt like he was flying without a net. What he said or did next could ruin all of the groundwork he’d covered so far.

          The door to her room was ajar. There was a clatter of something hitting the floor and Dea’s muttered expletive followed. Theo tapped his knuckles on the door before he pushed it open.

          His eyes lit up with appreciation when Theo saw Dea. Her lime-green top and charcoal-gray yoga pants clung to her curves. She was stretching, extending her arm as she reached for something at the top of her closet.

          Wisps of her dark hair were escaping from her short ponytail. It took him a moment