“
Is he a gym-rat asshole, or is he a good guy?”
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that maybe Tate is working with Carly?”
“Who? Huh? Not sure.” I keep my eyes focused on the woodpile. What is it about talking and thinking about Carly that makes me feel like a sixteen-year-old? Hell, not even a sixteen-year-old because Jack is more mature about all of this than I am!
“Dude.”
I hang my head with my hands on my hips. “I know.”
“Du-u-ude.
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