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Then I slowly turn toward Roman. “I'm sorry. What?”

“No.”

I blink. “What did he just call you?”

“Nothing.”

Behind him, Beck makes a choking sound that suspiciously resembles a laugh.

I point at Roman. “He called you Hot Lips.”

“No, he didn't.”

“He literally just did.”

“You misheard him.”

I stare at him. “Hot Lips.”

“Stop saying it.”

“Oh my God.”

“Chaos.”

I turn to Beck. “Why do you call him Hot Lips?”

“How much is this information worth to you?”

“Beck.”

“I'm talking to Callie.”

“And I'm talking to you.”

Beck looks at me. “See how controlling he is?”

“I've noticed.”

“I fucking hate both of you.”

“You already said that,” Beck tells him.

“It bears repeating.”

I step closer to Beck. “How much?”

Roman steps between us. “No.”

I lean around him. “Twenty dollars?”

Beck considers it. “Too low.”

“Fifty?”

“Callie.”

“One hundred?”