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"Is this a lecture?" I gather my hair on my right shoulder. "Because I'm not sure I can take a lecture about not lying or about sex or about anything, really from either of you."
"Really, Kay? I can't lecture you about not swimming after getting fresh ink?" Dean chuckles. "That's a good way to get a wicked infection."
"I don't have any ink," I say.
"Yet. With you and Brendon all kissy face, I give it..." Dean scrunches his brow. "Two weeks."
"A hundred bucks says it's longer," Walker offers.
"Can I get in on this?" I ask.
Dean shakes his head. "Third parties only."
Okay. That's fair. And I'm not even pissed about Dean and Brendon betting about my virginity.
Dean did it to push Brendon.
It worked.
Everything worked out.
Everything is perfect.
With Brendon.
Tomorrow...
I'll face tomorrow's realities then.
Dean turns to me. "I'm more than happy to be your beard, but Emma is gonna figure it out. And you know Emma when she gets pissed."
"Yeah." I do. Everyone knows but her. That's going to hurt.
"Damn, Kay. You're looking at him the way a dog looks at a bone," Walker says.
"Well, look at him? Can you blame me?" I ask.
"She used that one on me." Dean laughs. "You're getting my sloppy seconds."
Walker cringes. "No fucking way." He looks to me. "He has a certain charm."
"Emma calls him Mr. Look at What a Brooding Bad Boy I Am," I say.
"She's got him pegged," Walker says.
"Yeah. But he's so much more." I tap my toes together. God, the way that shirt stretches over his strong shoulders. The way all his focus and attention is turned toward his work... He's perfect.
"You're gonna make her jealous," Dean teases.
"Brooding isn't my type." Walker shakes his head.
"You have a type?" I ask. Walker isn't exactly... discriminating.
"Breathing," Dean offers.
"And your type?" Walker asks.
"Breathing and hot." Dean chuckles.
