I’m about to defend my actions when Logan does it for me. “Dylan’s right. Lucy, this guy’s a dickwad. You deserve better. Hell, anyone would deserve better. What’s the deal?” “You don’t have to answer that, Lucy,” Summer interjects. “Let’s go into the kitchen. I’ll help you clean up.” “It’s fine,” Lucy says, turning back to me. “Dylan, you’re out of line.” “What?” Seriously, what? It wasn’t just me.
