Claire's POV
Confusion gnawed at me even more now. I ignored the warm flush climbing my earlobes and pressed him for more answers.
"You... like me? Why do you like me? And since when do you like me?"
But he just turned his head away, his voice cool and distant.
"Figure it out yourself. I'll send someone to help you move tomorrow. Get a good rest tonight."
My eyes locked on the faint pink dusting the back of his ear and the curve of his neck, but just as I opened my mouth to ask another question, his phone rang and cut me off.
I watched him sort out his following arrangements calmly and methodically, so I stuffed all my lingering questions back down into my chest.
After that, I moved into the house right next to Xander's.
Back when I was still planning to marry Sam, I'd pulled sever
