But He's My Grumpy Neighbor (But He's a Carter Brother #1)

by Annah Conwell

“What tea are you drinking?” he asks. I want to back up and ask him if he was flirting with me, but I’m too embarrassed to bring it up. I’m not used to male attention, so I don’t know how to handle it whenever I think too much about it. And I tend to overthink … a lot. So, I’m going to treat this interaction as friendly, or else I might hide under my blankets again. “What if I’m drinking coffee?” He gives me a flat look and I smile at him, laughing a little. I think I see a ghost of a smile come across his lips, but I can’t be sure. “English breakfast tea sweetened with coconut sugar and a splash of cream.” I pause, then decide to take his question as an opening for a conversation. “What tea are you going to have this morning?” “I was thinking of making a London fog, but now you have me reconsidering.” “Do you have a favorite English breakfast tea?” He tilts his head to the side like he’s thinking about it and then shrugs. “I can’t say that I do.” I push myself up out of my blanket nest. My sweater falls off my shoulder and I push it back up, blushing at the thought of Adrian seeing the strap of my bralette. “I’m about to introduce you to your favorite,” I say with a smile. “I’ll be right back!” Warm air hits me as I walk inside, ensuring that after this conversation I’m going to curl up on my couch with Murphy and work from there the rest of the day. It’s too cozy not to. It'll be the perfect atmosphere to design a custom invitation for a bride getting married this fall. ...