Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Of course,” she said, smoothing her tunic and cape when he let her
go—anything to pretend she didn’t notice the way he was looking at
her.
“Admiring” might’ve been a better word.
Fitz Vacker was admiring her.
Or maybe she was reading way too much into it, since his next
question was, “How’s your arm?”
She held it up to show him, and even though she clearly still needed
a little more meat on her new bones, she wasn’t lying when she told
him, “Pretty good. How about you? How’s your leg?”
“Kinda clumsy,” he admitted, taking a few steps to show her his
subtle limp. “But it’s better than crutches.”
“I’m sure. Hopefully you won’t get tangled in any more
chandeliers.”
Fitz groaned. “I never should’ve told you that story.”
“But you did! And it’s officially my favorite!”
His cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink. “Yeah, well I—”
“You should be closing these gates—not standing there flirting!”
Bo snapped, and Sophie decided she was officially Team Ro.
“Glare at me all you want,” Bo told her, “but there’s no point
surrounding a property with fancy glowing bars if you’re going to
leave the gate wide open while you blush at each other.”
“In case you were wondering,” Flori told Fitz, “we all think Bo is
the worst.”
“And I’m happy to keep the path secure if you guys need a few more
minutes to talk,” Tarina added, emphasizing the last word in a way
that made Sophie’s face feel nuclear.