“Well.” Giving a sniff, I tossed my hair back and walked through the door. “That’s the last time I ever offer you a shoulder to cry on.”“Hallelujah,” he muttered.Ingrate.But he nudged my shoulder, leaned down, mouth right by my ear, T-shirt brushing against my sleeve, and whispered, “Thanks, K. You’re sweet, you know that?”It was so unexpected that I felt my cheeks burn.”