
Cally blushed harder. "I guess."

Cally blushed. "T-thank you."

Cally put her hands on his shoulders again. "Did you mean that? That I'm beautiful?"

"I swear," Cally said, feeling horrible.

"I'm not," Cally protested.

Cally shrugged. "Police officers aren't always trustworthy. Plus, I'm not beautiful."

Cally looked at him. "Really?"

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Cally looked at him suspiciously. "Yeah, right."

"No," Cally lied. She stood up. "Was that why you asked me to dance? To question me?"

"No, she wasn't," Cally said, thinking about how wrong he was. She didn't even have to lie.

"I don't know," Cally said. "We talked about my baking a little."

"I don't know," Cally said. "I only met her today."

Cally gulped. "Oh. Well, like I said, she's not very talkative."

Cally looked at him curiously. "Why?"