Page 54 of V is for Valentine
“That’s what I did,” Danny said.
Cade shot a look between them. “Are you two—”
“No,” Felicity said at the same time that Danny said, “Yes.”
“Working together,” Danny added with a quick look at Felicity.
“I was going to ask if you were dating,” Cade clarified.
“Not dating,” Felicity said.
“Because if you were, wow. That would be something, after all the stuff you guys pulled on one another.”
“Yeah. That would be a stretch,” Danny said in an uncharacteristically cool tone.
“I’m surprised you can work together,” Cade continued, not getting the hint.
“Well, we are grown-ups now,” Felicity said. “Do you want some help pushing your car out?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“You remember how to do this, right?” Danny asked.
“I haven’t been gone that long.”
“Your shoes tell a different story.”
“Ha, ha.” Cade climbed in behind the wheel, while Felicity and Danny took position on either side of the car.
“And keep it in reverse if possible.”
Cade eased down on the gas pedal and the wheels spun briefly before gaining purchase with Felicity and Danny’s help.
Cade rolled the window down. “Thanks. Maybe I can buy you a drink some time.”
“Maybe,” Felicity said. “But not until after the fourteenth. We have a deadline.”
“Valentine’s, huh? I ought to be able to remember that.” He lifted his hand. “Thanks again, you guys. See you around.”
“I have never been able to decide if I like him or hate him,” Danny said as Cade’s car slid around the corner of the street leading to Main. Thankfully, he did not hit another snowbank.
“He’s okay,” Felicity said. “Just insecure.” Danny shot her a look and she explained, “We had study hall together in high school. He got me through AP biology, and I got him through calculus.”
“Ah.” Neither of them moved and it occurred to Felicity that they were not on the worksite and kissing was no longer against the rules.
“You better get to your warehouse,” she said.
“Right.” This time they did not hold hands for balance as they headed back to their cars, instead walking slowly side by side, picking their path along the icy street to their cars. They parted ways at their rear bumpers, with an issue still nagging at Felicity. The one she’d been about to address before Cade had slid into the picture.
“Danny?” She met his eyes over the top of her car. “I’m not leaving Seattle.”
His gray gaze never wavered. “I’m not asking you to.”
A rush of relief broke over her as she pulled open her car door. “Good answer, Danny. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, Felix.”
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