Grey huffs into the phone, “I love you,” and thankfully as he hangs up, he spins in the opposite direction to walk out the way he came. His left foot is the last thing I can see, and just when I think I’m in the clear, it stops and backpedals. One step, two steps, and he’s staring straight at me like his sixth sense is to know I’m there. I try my best to hitch only one eyebrow for dramatic effect. “Your realtor?” “No, my dad,” he sighs. “Why are you hiding back here?” “You’re buying a house,” I say.
