“Miss Vida,” Liam said, “has anyone ever told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?” She glared at him. “Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?” “That is physically impossible,” Chubs groused. “He’d be—” “Actually,” Liam began, “Cole once did try to—What?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Chubs said, “apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.”
