ANYTA'S POV
“Hold on, I'm coming,” I called out as I hurried towards the door, praying the doorbell hadn't woken my very energetic toddler.
When I opened the door, Clay leaned one shoulder against the frame, his charming grey eyes warm with amusement.
He shook his dark hair out of his face and beamed at me as he raised his hands, holding two paper bags.
“Hi, I brought lunch.”
A pleased smile tugged at my lips as I opened the door wider and stepped aside so he could enter.
“Sorry the place is a mess,” I murmured after closing the door and trailing after him into the living room.
“I was in the middle of cleaning when you knocked.”
Clay's intense gaze trailed over me, lingering on my hair then the oversized T-shirt I had on with some jean-shorts.
“What?”
“You don't look like you wer
