“Every time. Why?”
“Theaella said something about it the different day.”
Tori raised a blond eyebrow. “Ah. Still hung up, huh? You’ve surpassed your twenty-four-hour mourning period.”
“You suppose you’re so smart, don’t you?”
“Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Tori rolled her eyes. “Maybe your hands-off approach isn’t the way to cope with it. I’d in all likelihood march over and plant a fat, sloppy kiss on her if I have been you.”
“You’d likely operate heart surgical treatment with a sledgehammer, too.”
“Probably,” she said with a shrug.
He slung his bag over his shoulder. “You do reaElizabeth e that your way isn’t always the nice way.”
“But it usually is.” She punched him in the arm and waved as she rounded the corner. “Have a good day,” she referred to as from the entry.
