“I swear Cupid’s Bow brings out the worst in me.”

“That’s a shame, since it sounds like you’ll be here awhile.” Hadley pursed her lips. “Were you about to ask for my phone number?”

“What? No, I—”

“To put down as a reference,” she clarified patiently.

“Oh. Then, yes. That is, if you’re willing.”

She held out her hand. “Got a phone on you?” When Grayson passed it over to her, she typed in her contact information. “There. Now you have my number for job references and picture book recommendations. Or to invite me to lunch, which you should definitely do. I’m delightful.”

He chuckled. “Well, you’re certainly not boring.”

“Maybe all you need to get along with Cupid’s Bow better is the right tour guide.”