Honey?
Honey?“I don’t think so,” I croak.
Dave’s face turns redder by the second. “Are you just going to accept his attitude, Buck?” He takes a couple steps in my direction. “I mean, I know you’re a wimp, but I didn’t expect you to accept this disrespect.”
His closeness makes my skin crawl. Pippin stiffens, lets go, and steps in front of me, as though he’s trying to protect me.
My hands and feet start to tingle, and I need a minute to work through what’s going on. Pippin acting like my shield is completely unexpected. We’ve gotten close over the weeks we’ve spent together, but I would have never anticipated this. And I would have never expected the sense of security it fills me with, the warmth it blankets me with.
When Pippin speaks, his voice is controlled and so polite, a southern mama wouldn’t have any complaints. “I’m sorry, Dave, but you just crossed the line. Even the son of a whore knows better than to insult their host. I suggest you leave now.”