![]() Liam catches onto this pretty quickly, even though it's his first time. The food is in the center of the table, and you scoop something out of the bowl in front of you and pass it to the next person. I shrug, not looking at either of them as we start passing plates around. "What about that cougar?" he asks as Liam sits down on my other side. Per the usual, I take a seat by Benson on the forever long picnic table, and he elbows me gently. Liam's grin only grows as I say, "I know. "It's less painful if you just roll with it and let her think she's winning." Lilah, you sit next to him," my aunt says without an ounce of subtlety I just nod, deciding not to go down that boring road of what we each do for a living. Your aunt tells me you do some online graphic designing." Liam laughs under his breath, glancing down at his feet for a minute. ![]() The other five percent like to pretend we don't." Ninety-five percent of the country doesn't even know we exist. "What brings you to Tomahawk?" I ask conversationally. My poor aunt is going to have to wait on all those babies she wants me to pop out. ![]() ![]() In fact, I think he's searching for someone as he looks around. He looks distracted, if I'm being honest. His grin is immediate, but I can tell he's no more interested in me than I am in him. ![]()
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