He frowned before placing an arm around her waist in attempt to help her up and into his car. *** "Let's go home, that way I can touch your butt there."
She seemed lighter than he remembered, her arms hanging limply at her side. "Landon... you don't have to do this. I can just get a cab or something." * ** His flush was immediate. "Callie!"
"Why are you doing this?" she asked quietly, her head drooping. * * * "That's... My butt is very much my own."
"I'm great. I'm in a car with my ex-husband barely able to keep my blood off my seats. How are you?" * * * He hesitated. "We can't talk about this now."
"I can't go to the doctor, remember? I'm illegal." * * * "Because I don't want my face to get any redder."