“What look? I don’t have a look?” I mutter. I’m lying, and judging by the look on his face, he knows it too. “Don’t even. What are you not telling me?” “Nothing.” Liam throws a bag of screws at me, hitting me right in the face. He picks up a screwdriver next and I throw my hands up in surrender. “Fine, fuck, fine. This face is the moneymaker, watch it.” “You’re an idiot.” Liam laughs.
