Hailee's POV
"Can we talk?" I said to Dane, who had just reached the edge of the field, his brows lifting slightly in surprise at the sound of my voice.
He blinked, then gave a slow nod. "Yeah. Of course."
We stepped aside, away from the noise and laughter around the bleachers, into a quieter space near the edge of the woods. The soft hum of the game preparations faded slightly behind us.
Dane turned to me, arms crossed over his chest, but his expression was open. Calm. Steady. But beneath it… I could tell he was bracing himself.
"You look nervous," he said, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips.
I let out a breathy laugh. "I feel nervous."
He waited, giving me the space to speak first.
"I spoke to Callum," I began. "Told him everything. About how I feel. About… not knowing how to choose between you guys."
Dane didn't seem surprised, but I saw the way his jaw tensed just a little.
"And what did he say?"
