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Walker laughs. He shoots me that you gonna take this look?
"How do you think she'd sound screaming my name? More high pitched?" Dean imitates a woman's moan. "Oooh, Dean," he squeals. "Fuck me, Dean. Harder. Harder." He drops the put-on voice. "Or more low and breathy?" He groans. "Oh. Dean. Yes. Right. There."
Dean has no intention of fucking Kaylee.
And Walker is right. She'd never give him the time of day.
Dean wants me to snap and tell him to go fuck himself. It's not happening. The shit that goes through my head is a lot worse than this.
He presses on anyway. "The girl looks at you like you set her panties on fire. You could snap your fingers and have her on her knees."
"You want to hear this shit or not?" Ryan's voice hits that I mean business tone.
Dean nods. "I have a lot more shit to give Brendon, but fine."
"Manning is selling the shop," Ryan says.
Fuck.
Every bit of joy falls from Dean's expression.
Even Walker looks surprised.
"He's giving us the option to buy him out. Any of us. Or all four of us. It's not cheap, but it's doable." Ryan stares back at his brother. "You listening now?"
Dean nods.
Ryan takes a minute to go into the numbers. I'm the only person with enough to buy out the place. But that would mean adding more time to the mortgage.
There's no way I'm doing that.
But there's no way I'm letting this shop slip through my fingers either. This place is the best thing in my life.
"We have two weeks," Ryan says. "Think about it. Check your shit. We'll talk."
He nods goodbye to his brother.
Ryan shakes his head as he watches Dean and Walker return to their suites. He runs a hand through his shaggy hair. Shakes his head. "They're such kids."
"They are kids," I say.
His expression gets sincere. Caring. It's a rarity for him. He's been sulking over his broken heart, avoiding anything that even resembles earnest emotion, for ages now. "They're fucking immature, but they're right."
"I ask for your opinion?"
"I ask you to invite your crush to hang out here so you can stare at her ass?"
"She was here for two minutes."
"Yeah, she never hangs out here."
"She helps out for free."
"That's why she's here, love of our bottom line?"
"You have a point?"
"My idiotic brother is right. She's not gonna wait around for you forever. And you shouldn't either." He motions to the business card in my hand. "She was cute."
