“Of course you don’t, because you think you’re the hottest man alive, don’t you?” I hop out of the truck, and so does he. “No, that would be Chris Evans.” I pause and wait for him to catch up. “You think Chris Evans is the hottest guy in the world?” “Yeah. He has it all. The slight hint of a Boston accent, good looks, great body, a sense of humor. How could you not?” “Easy, the hottest guy in the world is Michael B. Jordan.” “Oooo.” Wyatt nods. “Great choice. He is quite the looker. I might have to change my answer.” “He’s mine. You keep your Chris Evans, while Michael and I—”
