“Next time you’ll have to tell me what you think of the place,” Chase said to her in a smart-ass way that made Liam want to punch him in the nose. Liam answered as if the invite were directed at him. “I think it’s exactly the kind of place that would be owned by un hipócrita comemierda.” Kamilah gasped. Liam ignored it and started tugging them to the exit of the fenced-in outdoor seating. “Congratulations on figuring out how to feed off someone else’s ideas for the last five years,” he threw over his shoulder. At his side, Kamilah burst into scandalized laughter.
