~Nicole~
Landon walked in like he owned oxygen.
By the time he stepped inside, Liam and I had already pulled apart…barely.
Then he shot me a wicked wink as he brushed past Landon and slipped out. Traitor.
“So?” Landon folded his arms, chin tilted. “What’s this about?”
Right. Focus.
Not on how Liam almost fried my brain cells two seconds ago.
I cleared my throat. “I brought money for the windshield.” I held it out. “It’s not enough but…”
He flinched back, waving his hand in the air. “Oh please. You think I need your pocket-change charity?”
My jaw clenched. “I'm trying to pay you back.”
“And how much do you think the windshield costs?” he asked, smug already knowing the answer.
“I know I can’t…”
“Exactly.” He smirked. “You can’t.”
I blinked. “Then what do you want?”
His gaze
