Chapter 221 I Just Like Being With You

• “You… creep.” Tilly Glamshaw’s face flushed the second Ben Walton said that—deep red, tempting red.
• “Exactly. That’s why this whole thing isn’t as serious as you think. Just say thanks and we’re good. Plus, you’ve helped me for days. We’re square.” Ben coaxed her, patient as a saint.
• “Even if it’s like you said—my life is only worth a few days helping at a barbecue stand—does that mean we can’t be friends? Do I not even qualify to be your friend?”