Chapter 75
False Calm
(Axel’s POV)
“Axel, look at this one!” Peyton squealed, waving a glossy brochure at me. “It’s perfect!”
I glanced at the price and snorted. “Perfectly overpriced.”
She ignored that. “Do you know who lives on this street? The director of that luxury brand I modeled for. This neighborhood screams success.”
“Peyton,” I said flatly, “we’re not buying a house.”
“Not yet,” she corrected. “But it doesn’t hurt to look.”
“I’m not looking either.”
She shot me a glare. “You’re such a buzzkill. I’m trying to plan our future.”
“Future?” I repeated. “This isn’t a future. It’s a photo op.”
“Oh my God, you’re so cynical,” she said, tugging my sleeve. “Pretend to be interested.”
“I am pretending,” I said dryly.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re dramat
