Page 68 of The Evening Wolves

“On it,” Auggie said.

“Tell me what you said,” Emery said, “and explain why it was effective.”

Jem smirked.

“I’m waiting.”

“It really wasn’t anything,” Jem said. “Just a little, you know, razzle dazzle.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“He’s teasing you,” John-Henry said, putting a hand on Emery’s arm.

“Got him,” Auggie said. “He’s—oh, he’s cute.”

“Excuse me?” Theo said.

“Just, you know, objectively.”

Silence.

“Obviously he’s way too young for me.”

“Was that supposed to be a save?”

North cleared his throat. “While we’re all enjoying front-row seats to the cuck-fest currently happening, maybe Pint Size could grace us with some more information before Daddy sends him to bed?”

“Uh, he lives in Auburn, and it looks like he has a sailboat.”

“Does he prefer beach vacations or mountains? What color are his eyes?”

“Go ahead, Auggie,” Theo said. “What color are his eyes?”

“You know what?” Auggie said. “I’ll send you guys some screenshots.” A moment later, phones around the table began to buzz. “On Instagram, he’s got a post practically every day of him working on his boat, and he geotagged the storage facility. Oh look, his dinghy!”

“Let me see,” Shaw said.

“Not that kind of dinghy,” North snapped. “Wait, Ponyboy, is it that kind of dinghy?”

“His boat!”

“I’m going to hang up now,” Theo said, “unless you need anything else before I murder my fiancé.”

“Thanks, Theo,” John-Henry said. “Thank you, Auggie.”

“We can dig up a home address,” North offered.

“Oh, Tean and I can snoop,” Jem offered.

“No, we can’t,” Tean said. “Last time, you pushed me into that closet, and a bra almost jugulated me.”

“But the important part of that sentence is almost.”

“The important part of that sentence is bra,” Emery said. “What the hell kind of bra was it?”

“Uh—”

“Bralette? Strapless? Bustier?”

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