ANYTA'S POV
“I’m not,” I answered too quickly, locking my phone without responding, and sliding it face-down on the table.
Laura leaned forward, squinting at me. “You so are. You look like a kid who got caught stealing from the cookie jar.”
“You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?” I teased, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t try to deflect,” she replied, even as an amused grin spread across her face. “So. Spill.”
“Spill what?” I took a big sip of my lemonade.
“Why the hell are you blushing like that, Anyta??”
“Maybe because she’s thinking about me?”
Laura and I both turned at the sudden interruption from the male voice.
I pushed the mouthful of lemonade down my throat and opened my mouth to respond, but he smiled and said, “I'm so, so sorry for the interruption.”
His smile turned upside d
