800-you better stop hitting on my girlfriend before I kick your goddamn teeth in,” Cole roars, popping his head over the divider. Dylan’s eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling and I’m pretty sure my mouth drops to the floor. Poor Ivan looks so bewildered. “This preppy richie-rich dude is your boyfriend?” “No—” “Yes,” Cole growls. “Preppy richie-rich dude is.”
