“Okay,” I whisper to Lynsey as we stand in front of Dean’s front door. His windows are pouring light down on us as the sun sets behind the hills. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to kneel here…you knock on the door, and when he opens it, his eyes will land on you, and I’ll give him a right hook to the ball sack.” “Kate!” Lynsey chastises, her thick brows furrowing together. “That’s so extreme. What if he didn’t do it?” “Surely, he has a junk punch coming for something. He’s a mountain manwhore. They always have it coming.”
