Page 33 of Good Directions

Opening my mouth to respond, I stop. Because I’ve got nothing. No comeback. Not even a normal type of response past “huh?” And I am not going to walk into that.

And then my phone rings.

The melodic tone steals my attention and I look down, thankful to see Miss Belle’s name flashing on my screen. I have no idea what she wants—hell, at this point I don’t care. It could be to kick me out of her house, and I’d be perfectly fine with that.

Because she’s giving me an excuse to walk away from this conversation.

“I have to take this.”

I turn, starting to walk away, not wanting to let him get in the last word. But I’m not quick enough.

“Bye, Sawyer,” Anton says, giving me another wink. That makes three today.

And my heart leaps.

He needs to stop that. Needs to put away whatever this charmer persona is and simply let me be.

Because I think I might like Anton Hayes a little more than I am willing to admit.

Which is a lot more than I want to like him.