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“No! Jesus. Credit me with some intelligence that I wouldn’t bring that up with her boyfriend.” He folds his arms across his chest and pouts.

“Okay, then. Crisis averted.”

He rolls his eyes. “If you say so, He-Man. Girls just… I dunno. They don’t see me.”

“That’s another lie. They do. You’re just busy doing something else so you don’t notice.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure. The next time I can drag Denny to a party, come with us and we’ll help you.”

“I don’t…”

When he falls quiet again, I arch a brow at him. “You don’t what, Callan?”

“I like who I like, you know? I don’t just wantanyone. I wish I did.”

“Okay, so who’s your someone?” When he fidgets on the seat, I sigh. “How am I supposed to help, Callan, if I don’t know who your person is?”

“I thought you’d laugh at me.”

“Nah. I’m a jerk but I’m not that big of a jerk.”

“Well, doesn’t that make me feel better about myself.”

I smirk. “Be grateful for the free advice.”

“True.” He clears his throat then mumbles a name.

“Lington?” I frown. “Who the hell’s that?”

“Luxx.”

“Who?” I demand when he whispers the name again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Lex!”

Huh. “‘Dopie’s diner’ Lex?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“Yes.”

I narrow my eyes. “Outside of placing an order, Callan.”

He harrumphs.

“I’ll take that as a no?”

“I’ve said hello and she talked to me about movies.”

“Wow, that’s you. The world’s biggest flirt!”

“This is you not making fun of me, huh?”

“Ah, shit.” I slouch in the seat. “Sorry, Callan.”