And all of my family.
My mom will flip when she finds out.
Okay. The warmth is receding.
"Why have you seen Brendon's ass?" I ask. "Don't tell me you two—"
"Threesome."
"What?" I turn so I can examine Dean's expression. It's earnest. Well, not exactly. But he's not lying. Probably. He's hard to read what with his penchant for fucking with people. "You and Brendon had a threesome?"
"Forever ago."
"Oh."
"It was a nice ass."
"Don't even."
"This guy bothering you?" Walker moves behind the counter. Motions to the appointment book to my left. "You mind if I do some actual business?"
"Who died and made you Ryan?" Dean asks.
Walker looks from Dean to me. "You and Dean, huh? Pretty crazy, how Em seems to think he's blowing your mind."
"Crazy," I agree.
"Must be some book you're working on," Walker says. "To be as kinky as—" He nods to Brendon, now back in the chair, working on the sleeve. "Dean."
"Is this a lecture?" I gather my hair on my right shoulder. "Because I'm not sure I can take a lecture about not lying or about sex or about anything, really from either of you."
"Really, Kay? I can't lecture you about not swimming after getting fresh ink?" Dean chuckles. "That's a good way to get a wicked infection."
"I don't have any ink," I say.
"Yet. With you and Brendon all kissy face, I give it..." Dean scrunches his brow. "Two weeks."
"A hundred bucks says it's longer," Walker offers.
"Can I get in on this?" I ask
Dean shakes his head. "Third parties only."
Okay. That's fair. And I'm not even pissed about Dean and Brendon betting about my virginity.
Dean did it to push Brendon.
It worked.
Everything worked out.
Everything is perfect.
With Brendon.
Tomorrow...
I'll face tomorrow's realities then.