“Would like to know yer names, if ya don’t mind,” he says, turning to stick the two mugs in the microwave. I mind. “Sawyer,” the little thief supplies hurriedly. I grind my teeth harder. Apparently, she doesn’t feel the need to lie to him about her name, and something about that annoys the fuck out of me. Then again, there are very few things in this world that don’t. “His name is Enzo. Sorry for his manners. He got bullied in school and hasn’t seen a therapist yet. We really appreciate your kindness.”
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