“I’ve got it.” He cuts me off gruffly and stands up, towering over us with his six-three, two-hundred-pound frame. The man is a freaking brick wall. “You want something to eat, Pipsqueak?” “What?” She blinks and her mouth pops open. “Did you just make up a nickname for me? I thought you weren’t capable of human emotions. Just twenty-four-seven grumpiness.” She slaps a hand over her mouth and her cheeks turn even redder. “Oh my god. Pretend I never said that.” Liam’s lips quirk, the hint of a smile on his face, and he holds out his hand.
