there’s always one slutty boy in every crew.” I already regret what I’m about to ask, but curiosity wins. “Who was the slut in yours?” “Tucker,” is the instant reply. I take another sip from my coffee mug, eyeing him over the rim. “Tucker,” I echo doubtfully. “Of course.” Dean blinks innocently. “Dude knocked up a woman on a one-night stand. Can’t get more promiscuous than that.” “The way he describes it, it was love at first sight with Aunt Sabrina.” “Tucker says a lot of things. Especially regarding me and my supposed ladies’ man reputation.” Dean winks. “Don’t believe a word of it.”
