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She pursed her lips. "That's eerie."
He laughed. "Probably not."
Landon stood patiently on the curb, peering down thoughtfully at a drain. *** Callie smiled, writing in the book before using the measuring...
She laughed. "I'm sure you'll get used to it."
He raised an eyebrow playfully. "That's only for 50 year-old men who are unhappy with their relationship. I am not that."
(Yep!) *** "You can call me Callie," she said kindly. "Ms. Meiz is a bit formal." She knelt down, pulling out a notebook and writing something....
She smiled, taking his hand. "Are you ready for.. what was it.. sulphur smell?"
He rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, baby."
He hung up, his brows furrowed in worry as he went to leave. *** Callie went to the back, setting her bag on the table and opening it, pulling...
Avice joined him, her head tilted slightly. "Hey."
His hand brushed through her hair. "I'm going miss you too. Luckily it's not too long."
Landon nodded. "Yes, that works." *** Callie crossed her arms, a small smile on her face. "Nah. Meiz as in 'a-meiz-ing'."
(Yepperoni!)
"About two days," he replied softly.
He spoke quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Send me the address." *** She stepped in, readjusting the bag on her shoulder. "Thanks! I hope I'm not too early."
(Yep!)
He kissed the top of her head. "Still."
His brows furrowed. "Yes, of course. Are you okay?" *** Callie stood there, her head tilted with a small grin on her face. "Hey."
She cocked her head slightly, watching him go before leaving to do her own work.
"Nearly a week," he said quietly. "Sorry."
