“You shouldn’t spy on people,” I said eventually, as Saxon and I walked across the lawn. “And whatever you saw, it wasn’t something that children—” “Oh, I know all about the birds and the bees,” he said. “But I did you a favor. I know you think I’m a creep, but your boyfriend’s worse.” “Excuse me?” I sputtered. “He probably told you that you aren’t safe coming to the house with me. But really he just doesn’t want you talking to me.”
