LIAM'S POV
It's like the words are clearly English, but I can't understand them. And that's when it hits me. She is messing with me. Classic Galina, as she puts it, and she had me going there for a minute. Getting even with her is going to be fun.
I lean back in the chair and put my left ankle on my right knee. "That's a good one. I am going to give it to you; you had me freaked out for a minute." I chuckle.
She uncrosses her legs, gets up, and walks over to me. There is something wrong with her posture and her gait. She isn't smiling or acting playful when she sits on the coffee table in front of me.
Placing her hand on my knees, she sympathetically says, "I'm not joking, Liam. And I am guessing that you had no idea what that tattoo was? You didn't want it?"
She's not pranking me. f*
