Chapter 8
“So, Corey.” Dean leaned over the table as he sipped his green tea. “Did you figure out what you’re sorry for yet?” His eyes twinkled as if he thought Corey’s outburst had been the funniest thing he’d seen all week.
Digging into the Oriental pastry on his plate, Corey growled, “f**k you.”
Dean laughed. “There’s that classic Evans wit again,” he said, elbowing Ian. “You are a man of many words, Corey. It’s no wonder the girls fall all over themselves to get to you.”
“Dean,” Kate warned.
“Leave him alone,” Ian said.
It was the first time he had spoken since they had returned from outside. He concentrated on his own dessert and wished they could just drop the subject already. He hadn’t said anything to Corey all day because he didn’t think his friend was in a very talkative mo
