Valentina narrowed her eyes at him. "You're different," she insisted.
He shrugged slightly. "I think what you are seeing as different is me no longer giving a shit about women."
Val immediately shook her head. "No, it's not that."
She studied him again, more carefully now. It wasn't just his clothes or the tattoo. It was the way he carried himself. There was a confidence there that hadn't existed before.
"Okay, Val… stop analysing me and tell me about yourself," Cassidy insisted.
"Fine, fine. Uh… I'm seeing this extremely cute guy."
Cassidy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh my God…" she sighed dreamily, her head tipping back slightly as she smiled to herself.
Cassidy chuckled.
It was an expression he recognized instantly. He had seen it many times before.
Too many times, maybe.
Valentina looked exactly like her sister.
The same expressive eyes.
The same way her lips curved when she smiled.
The same dark blonde hair falling around her shoulders.
