“No pet names.” Malakai threw a look at me from the corner of his eye. “So, no more Scotch?” I slowed down as I hitched the strap of my bag onto my shoulder. I shrugged and schooled my voice to be casual. “Scotch is different. It’s fine.” I cleared my throat. “I like Scotch.” Malakai tucked in a smile and crooked his arm to allow mine to link through as we walked out of the coffee shop. “Me, too.”
