Chapter Two
“Sophie,” Caleb repeats, recognition appearing in his eyes as he nods. “Sophie Henley. Younger sister of the bride and fan of craft store floors.” He holds his hand out towards me as if I might possibly be interested in shaking it.
I’m not. I turn to Aiden. “You have terrible taste in best friends.”
Aiden laughs. “You guys have met already?”
“Inside Marty’s Arts & Crafts earlier. He was practising being a creep.”
“I was practising being friendly,” Caleb corrects. “And hoping to share the joy of true colouring in.”
“You kept following me when I tried to leave. You were being a complete stalker.”
“Because you made it so easy!” He laughs, then manages to stop when my glare intensifies. “I’m sorry. Really. I was pushing your buttons ’cause it was fun and I thought I’d never
