Puck me. I’m yours
More rules were written, and as we finalized them, I raised my head from the words before me.
"We need a code word."
"What for?" Liam asked, a little puzzled.
"If things get out of hand." I didn't expect him to agree, but he said, "Icing," his voice calm, his face still as water.
"Icing," I repeated, the word rolling seamlessly off my tongue. I half-chuckled, a small smile spreading on my lips ... the first since this charade began. "You've got to be kidding me. Who says 'icing' out of the blue?"