Chapter 6
Peyton
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TO SAY THAT I was stunned was an understatement.
And not just by his psychic confession.
“I don’t know what to say,” I replied, flattered, but also a little spooked. Either he really was psychic or bat-s**t crazy himself. But, he had known about the book. That wasn’t something one normally threw into a conversation.
His lip twitched. “Just say ‘yes’ to dinner again tomorrow night. After you give me a tour of the house.”
“I’m sure John will want to show it to you himself,” I replied.
“Fine. He can tag along.”
I laughed.
“Back to dinner. Is seven o’clock good for you?”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He smiled and I knew there was no way to resist him. The man was handsomer than all hell and said all the right things.
I finished my wine. “
