Hannah couldn't help but laugh at Landon's words and Gavin's response to them.  She had dated Landon so long ago, and neither had been ready for the other back then.  And then Gavin had come along... and everything about him had been so right.  It still was.  She loved him deeply, but once in a while, she found herself wondering.  Not that the "what ifs" ever got very far.  She was content where she was, and as much as Landon was flirting, he too knew that they would have been disastrous together back then.<br/><br/>She groaned playfully when he mentioned cooking for them.  "Oh, no," she cried, "My kitchen is going to be a disaster!"  It was teasing, of course.  It wasn't Landon's style to leave a mess for someone else to clean up.  "Yes, of course you can cook, although if you'd rather relax, that's fine too.  And if you want help, Gavin or I can do that."<br/><br/><div align="center">~ ~ ~</div><br/>Dinner ended up being pretty good.  Landon and Gavin had been in the kitchen, their voices muted as they cooked, and Hannah had curled up on the couch with her Kindle.  When everything was ready, they'd called her in, and she'd spent the evening pampered.  The three of them had even shared a bottle of wine, although Hannah had stopped with one glass, which was the most she ever had after the accident.<br/><br/>After, cleaning up was a snap, and then she looked at the two of them.  "You guys want to go for a swim?  Or a walk on the beach?"