"But I don’t hate you. In fact, I like you.”
He kept her hand in his while they walked. “That’s good news.” He grinned and held up her arm, then twirled her under it.
“Why is that?”
He spun her back, into his arms, her back pressed to his chest. “Because”—he closed his arms around her chest and dipped his mouth to her ear—“I like ye too.”