"I'm Vox. What's your name, sweetheart?" She blinks as if caught off guard and it only makes me smile wider.

Damn, she looks like a deer caught in the car lights.

She fidgets and lowers her gaze, frowning at her hands. Her lips part before closing, and she bites down hard. Something's bothering her. Her eyes meet mine briefly before she quickly grabs something on the floor behind her gardening tools.

It's a notebook. Oh. My angel can't speak. "I'm Amara," she wrote. I imprint her name in my mind like a tattoo etched into my flesh.

"Nice meetin’ ya, Amara," I say with a slight nod, trying to keep the conversation flowing smoothly despite the unexpected twist. She nods in return, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

My chest tightens at the sight of her dimples. Fucking adorable.