“Bro, you’re never going to believe it!”
I cringe as Tucker races out of the shop to great me the next morning, looking like he’s just had about six cups of coffee. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s about to tell me about yet another one of his wild-girl adventures, and having not slept a wink last night, but I am not in the mood to hear it.
“You’re moving to Florida,” I suggest. He laughs and waves a hand at me.
“My date? It turned into multiple dates!” he says with a wink. “Not like…multiple dates, but multiple girls.”
“Is that right?” I ask, wishing my head didn’t hurt so bad as I open the door to the office and head inside.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve had a girl riding you while the other girl sits on your face, dude!”
“Mmm,” I grunt back as I take a seat and check the bu
