We’re silent for a moment until Logan adds more fuel to the fire, figuratively. “Dylan, I forgot there for a moment, but you were the kid who got to take Summer to junior prom, right? I offered to come back, but she said you’d volunteered. Bet she was breathtaking. I was lucky, though, and got her senior year,” he says with a wink. “What are you doing?” I whisper. “Having some fun; stirring the pot.” Dylan dives right in. “Of course, she was breathtaking; it’s Summer. But as I recall, her dress was hideous.”
