“I’m not saying that we give in. I’m saying that it’s time to beat them at their own game.” He crossed his arms over his spectacular chest, completely unimpressed with her declaration. “And how do you plan to do that?” “We outfox them. We play dirty, just like they are.” Liam looked at her as if she’d just thrown up on his shoes, part astonishment but mostly disgust. “You want to scam our sickly eighty-year-old grandpas?”
