Anton’s PoV
I'd had a pretty interesting phone call with Tristan earlier, and I'd been torn between whether or not I wanted to take his advice.
Older brother or not, his words of wisdom weren't exactly helpful to me and the relationships I had with women.
Well...until now, I suppose.
"Anton," she said, obviously surprised.
"You should make a habit of checking the caller ID." I said, pouring myself a glass of scotch.
I'd gotten home twenty minutes ago - all of that time had gone to debating on whether or not this phone call was a stupid idea - and honestly, I still didn't know if it was or not.
"I usually do...it's just Tricia and Patrick -" she stopped herself, snorting before saying, "I don't have to explain myself to you, and please tell me you're not calling because of Tristan."
