Davina's POV:
We hadn't even reached our destination when Landon called Andrew over a dozen times. His voice cracked as he cried through the phone, begging Andrew to come back.
"Andrew, I hurt my wrist..."
Andrew juggled driving and soothing Landon with sweet, romantic words, completely ignoring the fact that I was sitting right next to him.
By the time he finally ended the call, we were nearly at the meeting place.
Turning to me, Andrew smirked smugly. "Did you hear that? He can't even go a minute without me. That's why I love him. You, Davina, were always so cold."
"Cold?" I scoffed. "Do you mean the day you stole Edie and I called you, only to hear Landon moaning in the background? You told me not to 'interrupt your work'. That's the cold you're talking about?"
His smile disappea
