Gosh, it was working. Every now and then, he’d say rude comments, but then he’d slip in a few nice gentle words, and my heart would start to melt like butter. For a second, I almost fell for it, almost succumbed to his cheesy kindness. But you know what you get from a melting-butter heart? Clogged arteries. That was what Landon did to me—he clogged my freaking arteries.
