Cutler’s head fell back in laughter after he set his bowl down on the coffee table. “I love that my uncle calls you Shortcake.” “I’m not even short. He just happens to be a freaking giant.” Savannah covered her mouth and stared at me with wide eyes. “Oh, wait, can I say freaking around him?” I barked out a laugh. “Yes. Freaking isn’t a bad word. Relax, Sav.” “I say freaking all the freaking time!” Cutler shouted, and they both burst out into hysterical laughter.
