“Holy shit,” I blurt out. “You shaved the beard.” I glare at Garrett. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve thrown us a party.” Dean snickers. “You mean thrown him a party.” “No, he means us,” Garrett replies for me. “We’re the ones who had to stare at that ghastly thing for half a year.” I smack Tuck’s ass as he breezes past my stool. “Welcome back, Babyface.” “Fuck off,” he grumbles. Yup, it’s good to be home.
