an who supposedly healed her broken heart after her first love, Cale, le
table. A man flung a bowl of steaming ho
, but towards Cale, shielding him with her own body. The scal
Jorja fussed over a tin
ncy room right now!" she cri
"I'm so sorry," she said. "You can
y art scholarship to Paris to be her live-in cure
p had been reinstated. That night, I didn't go back to he
pte
hem, a perfect semi-circle around a small mound of saffron risotto. He wiped a stray drop of butter fro
e soft clink of his shoes on the marble floor. Jorja was already at the table,
minated by the cool blue light of her
y, Jorja," Arv
not taking her e
eating until she was ready. He sat across from her, the ten-foot ma
, and for a fleeting second, Arvin saw the
a
he metal cold against his skin, then consciously relaxed his grip. He picked
usive sound in the quiet room. Jorja glanced up, a flicker
ck. The director of the orphanage where
out onto the veranda, the co
his voice warmer than i
laced with a familiar worry. "Are you a
fectly manicured garden. A single night-blooming jasmine
moment, the silence s
p," he finally sai
at's why I'
Goldie knew everything. She kn
said, her tone heavy with understanding. "I
rmed. "Jorja has b
and Arvin could picture her shaking her head. "You gave up that schol
me. His hands, which now knew the exact temperature for Jorja's morning coffe
o repay," he said, the
led the Kellerman Arts Foundation. The scholarship, Arvin... they're
, who was now taking a delicate bite of the scallop, her eyes still fixed on her phone. Five years. He had spent
tight with emotion. "Goldie, I w
nts," she promised. "You
on the vine seemed to shudder in the breeze, i
He was an orphan, a charity case, but one with talent. Elizebeth Rogers, Jorja's mother, had summoned him to her study. While other sponsored students
titude she deci
ined, "is heartbroken. Her childhood sweetheart, Cale On
had become a recluse. She had stopped eating, stopped see
im. I will pay you, support your art, anything. But I need you to pursue her, mar
arisian art school in his pocket, the dream of a lifetime. Then he had looked at the
r favorite flowers, her favorite music, her favorite foods. He became known in their soc
lled the "Sea God's Heart." Cale had once promised it to Jorja. When a rival bidder drove the price up, Arvin, without a thought, put his entire life sa
spered that night. "Let's try.
A post announcing his wife's pregnancy. Jorja's proposal hadn't been for
seafood pasta, even though she would often not show up for dinner, having flown to Europe on a whim because she heard Cale m
days and three nights, sponging her feverish brow, coaxing broth into h
spered one name
... C
ed. He had accepted then that his role was not to
ssed. The contract was
done. It was