I don’t give a fuck how many guys Mr. Baked Potato Head has. He’s not touching you. You hear me?” Her lips twitched as she tried to hold back a laugh. “Mr. Baked Potato Head?” “I’m not joking, Shannon. Sir Tin Man is gonna be a dead man if he tries to get anywhere near you. Do you hear me? So, knock off this incognito bullshit.” “Sir Tin Man?” She burst out laughing. Well, at least he got her laughing,
