Landon's POV:

I hear the front door open.

"I'm in the kitchen," I call through to her.

She walks through and stands in the doorway looking at me. She's beautiful. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she's barefoot.

"Aren't your feet cold?" I ask.

She nods.

"It's okay. I'm going to put some socks on in a sec."

"Have you eaten?"

"No." Her answer is quick.

"I'll make you a sandwich." I grin. "I was about to make myself one ...