Caspar shrugs a shoulder, his proud smile tempered with remorse over what might have happened had he not finally owned up to his emotions. "I couldn't, even if I tried. She knows me too well."

He sits down next to Adia, who leans over and kisses his cheek once he's settled. "No, but it won't be any later than mid-May," she tells Harley. "That's when tulip season ends."