“Aw, poor tortured Zeke,” I cooed at him. His eyes narrowed at me. “Stop it,” he warned. I smiled wickedly. “Are you scared of the small, sweet girl?” I continued in that ‘I’m talking to a little kid’ voice. “Did she say hi to you? Did she try to hug you?” He glared down at me, but I saw the corners of his mouth twitch. “You want to hide behind me? I’ll protect you from the nice girl.” That did it. He started chuckling.
