“We all know the dude hates parties,” Nash said as Cutler stood beside him. “Not anymore. My uncle likes anything our girl Savvy does.” Cutler beamed. He was wearing a white tee, a black leather coat, and a pair of jeans and boots. His hair was slicked back with extra gel, and he was the cutest little guy I’d ever laid eyes on. “You know it, little dude.” Hayes high-fived him.
