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chapter 62

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Evelyn pov

I’m not the type of person who easily lets others in. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. After everything with Eric, I built walls so high that no one could see the real me, and I swore I’d never let myself feel that vulnerable again.

But something about Damien… something about the way he’s been showing up these past few days has been shaking those walls, brick by brick. It scares the hell out of me.

I’m not sure what to do with these feelings. I can’t even recognize them anymore. Every time I think I’ve gotten a grip on my emotions, every time I convince myself to keep him at arm’s length, he does something else—something small, something thoughtful—that pulls me closer.

Like when he showed up unannounced last week with my coffee blend, leaving a note with just a simple, “For peace, and your heart. – D.”

Or the way he’s been learning my recipes, helping me prep when I’ve been overwhelmed, or how he’s been asking about my business like he actually cares. I kn
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