“She’s Tiny?” It’s almost comical how two little words have the seated men in the room shooting upright so rapidly, the three of them exchanging wide-eyed looks I can’t decipher. “Well,” Ben muses, leaning back in his seat, hands laced behind his head, the smile on his face inexplicably mischievous. “Isn’t this an interesting turn of events?” His gaze flickers to Nick. “Amelia is Tiny.” If I wasn’t so busy grimacing at the childhood nickname, I might’ve noticed the tense set to Nick’s jaw, might’ve questioned how intensely he glares at Ben for his comment, might’ve wondered why Ben is teasing
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Nicks not about to catch a break
