Page 195 of Hooking Up
Dean shrugsfair enough. He looks to me as he amps up his speed until it's just a little faster. "You agree?"
"No, actually." I slide my hoodie off my shoulders, hang it on the railing. This is beyond weird. They went from frosty to friendly in two minutes flat.
"Damn. Your girl's already contradicting you. So much for the honeymoon." Dean chuckles. "Good game, though, getting you here in those tiny shorts."
"You looking at my girl's shorts?" Walker's voice gets faux threatening.
"Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?" Dean raises a brow, faux threatening back.
"Fuck her in the next room." Walker winks. His voice is easy. Effortless.
Dean isn't even a little out of breath either.
Damn tattoo artists and their pristine fitness.
My cheeks flush.
"He talks about you a lot. It's fucking obnoxious," Dean says. "As bad as Brendon."
"Is that really possible?" I ask.
"I didn't think so. But, yeah. You better not break his heart. Pretty sure he'll be worse than Ryan," Dean says.
"Don't let Ryan hear you say that," Walker says.
"What's his deal?" I struggle to get the words out. This is fast. But I want to keep up.
Dean's eyes turn down. It's a second then he shakes it off. Back to the troublemaker. "His high school sweetheart cheated on him."
"Oh. That sucks."
"Yeah. He was looking at rings. Ready to make it official. Fuck, he loved that girl more than he loved anything," Dean says.
"How long were they together?" I ask.
"Eight years. Maybe nine. I lost track," Dean says.
Damn. That's a long time.
"It's been a while, but he can't even look at another woman. I'm not sure he's ever gonna be cured," Dean says.
"He's not sleeping around?" Walker asks.
"Not as far as I know." Dean looks to me. "Leigh might have better info. He talks to her. Kinda."
"I'm gonna tell her you called her Leigh," Walker says.
"Good. She's cute when she wants to kill me," Dean says.
"You two flirt a lot." A ton actually.
Dean laughs. "Me and Leigh? Nah, we're just sparring. She's got her heart set on someone else."
"Since when?" Walker asks.
"I'm sworn to secrecy." Dean motions zipping his lips.
"When have you ever kept a fucking secret?"
