The tone was unmistakably teasing.

In the dim light, I saw Derek leaning lazily against the tree trunk. His short, tousled hair fell casually over his forehead. His eyes were curved upward and they gave him an air of mischief and defiance. It was either he was unaware or he just didn't care that it was inappropriate to speak like this to someone he had only met today.

Why was he even out here in the garden in this biting cold wind?

I put away my phone as I had started ...