"Don't you want to know my name?" he asked, grabbing the ketchup bottle without taking his eyes off of me. "Sure. What's your name?" "You don't sound genuinely interested." "I'm not begging if that's what you're waiting for." Throwing his head back, he let out a deep rolling laugh before focusing his dark gaze on me again. "I wouldn't mind seeing you beg," he said then added when I frowned, "Cooper." "Anyone ever call you Coop the Poop or Poopy Coopy?" I asked, messing with him because his iron stare made me nervous. "No," he muttered. "Not to your face anyway." A smile lifted the corner of his mouth and his gaze softened. "No, not to my face." "I guess there are benefits to being scary." --