“No, Cal, of course not. I like you.” *** She rolled her eyes. “Don’t go flirting with me now just because we’re single and soulmates.”
"Good," she said finally. "I like you too." *** "No I'm not! I'm not like Callie! I don't just.. I don't do that!"
He grinned down at her, kissing her cheek. “Excellent. Glad we got that settled.” *** Val raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised. Her boots crushed the snow to slush under her feet and the tip of her nose was pink from the cold. “Jesus, Landon, calm down. I was joking. Don’t worry, there’s no interest either way.”
She cocked her head. "You look nice, by the way." *** He watched the ground uncertainly. "I'm sorry."
He beamed. “Thank you. You look lovely as well.” *** She sighed and hooked arms with him, her brows furrowed. “It’s been a tough week for all of us.”
She sighed dramatically, flipping her hair. "I know." *** He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
“Always so humble,” he teased, glancing down at her. *** She raised a delicate brow. “Hooking arms with you. Is that a problem?”
“Well, you do look lovely. It wouldn’t be surprising if you knew it.” *** “Sounds like it is a problem,” she said, withdrawing her arm.
He kissed her cheek as they got to his car. “You’re welcome,” he said, opening the door for her. *** She shrugged, giving him a wry smile. “Don’t be sorry. You should be allowed to say when something makes you unhappy.
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Hardly." * * * "Landon, seriously, it's okay. It's just something I do when I think my friends are unhappy, but if it makes you uncomfortable, then it's obviously not achieving its purpose."
"I drop you in the snow and then kiss you. Is that really gentlemanly?" * * * She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before turning back to the cafe, opening the door for him. "Go on in."
