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“What’s with that?” Skylar asks as I park the car.
Ben punches River’s shoulder, and he laughs.
“Either the mating bond has turned River into an optimistic extrovert, or he recently received a lobotomy we don’t know about,” I mutter.
Skylar chuckles. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”
“Or he ate too many of those cookies you made, and it went to his head.”
Her face flushes as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “I may have been a little overzealous with those,” she admits. “Um, I wasn’t thinking rationally when I made them.”
“We’ve been wanting to ask you to make more,” I tell her pointedly. “Whenever you have time.”
Her face flushes. “You can’t be serious,” she says. “You really want more of those?”
I shrug. “It’s a good pick me up,” I smirk. “It pairs well with coffee.”
She sputters and exits the car.
When Devyn sees us, she waves and grins broadly. “Guess what!” she says. Ben looks at her fondly, then turns to us. River’s eyes dart to Skylar, then he nods at me.
“What?” Skylar asks, a smile spreading across her face.
“I made detective,” Ben says.
“He’s the youngest Isleton has ever had,” River adds, crossing his arms and grinning knowingly. “Which means if he ever wants to, he could join any detective bureaus that may have an opening.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Congratulations, Ben,” I say, and Devyn grins at me.
“It’s because of your letter of recommendation, Landon!” she says. “You helped get him promoted!”
I’m confused. I didn’t write a letter for him, and I don’t have any sway with that department. The only one that could have done that would be?—
River shoots me a warning look, and I keep my mouth shut.
It’s not my place to tell Ben that his cousin, who used to loathe him, had a change of heart.
So, I simply nod and plan to inquire about River’s intentions as soon as I can.
“You deserve it,” I tell Ben genuinely. “Especially with everything you’ve done these past months.”
After Devyn and Skylar head inside the café, Ben steps aside to take a phone call. I look at River, who crosses his arms.
“What?” he asks, irritated.
“A letter of recommendation?” I ask. “That was nice of you.”
He scoffs. “Don’t make it weird,” he mutters.
“I’m not making it weird. You’re the one that said it was from me, remember?”
“Yeah. And?”
“Why?”
River grumbles and runs a hand through his hair. “He deserves it. And look, I’m trying to be nicer, okay?”
“Nicer?”
