IAN'S POV

　　Lana looked up at Leah, then turned her eyes on me. She seemed to be appraising me, sizing me up. Finally, she spoke.

　　"He's not bad," she said. "But he's kind of quiet. Does he always talk like that?"

　　I couldn't help but laugh. "I can be chatty sometimes," I said, smiling at Lana. "It just takes me a little while to warm up."

　　Lana considered this. "Well, I guess you're okay then," she said, and her little face broke into a ...