Chapter 7

"Sir?"

Anthony looked at Faith's terrified expression and suppressed his laughter. Guess she didn't anticipate him saying yes to her spontaneous invitation.

"Again, stop calling me Sir. I said I would love to come over and taste your pumpkin pie. Unless you are withdrawing your invitation?" he raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, I am not. It's just that I haven't had a visitor in a while, and my house isn't in good shape," Faith said quietly.

"Then, good thing I'm not interested in your house. I am interested in your dessert," he smirked.

"Oh, okay," she murmured.

"What are you afraid of? Are you not good at making a pie?" Anthony looked at her and narrowed his eyes.

"No...I'm pretty good at it," she said quietly.

"Okay, then. Well? Aren't you going to give me your address?" Anthony leaned over and whispered.

Faith looked startled, but then she gathered herself and rummaged in her purse for a pen and paper. She pulled out a pen and tissue paper and quickly jotted down the address be