“Whoa there!” a familiar voice chuckles as hands steady me. “Where’s the fire?” “Tyler?” I step back. Why is he at my house? Again. His eyes travel down to my sweater, and his lips twitch into a grin. “Nice reindeer. Very . . . festive.” “Uh, yeah.” I don’t like the feeling I’m starting to get. Another unannounced visit is just . . . weird.
EW
