He circled Cooper with an appreciative look. “You’re even cuter than Ollie said you were.” “Well, he hasn’t told me anything about you,” Cooper said, voice tight. He tried not to fidget or cover himself at the blatant appraisal. “Oh, I’m the boy next door.” Eli stopped in front of him and winked. “The one who got away. The old beau. The doused flame. The ex.” Cooper’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at Park, who was massaging his temples like he was expecting an aneurysm. Or perhaps welcoming one.
