02-Dean DiLaurentis

Okay. So maybe I’m in trouble. Scratch that. I’m definitely in trouble. And not the kind I usually enjoy, either. Because I thought I had a handle on this. I’m Dean Di Laurentis. The guy who doesn’t get rattled. The guy who keeps it casual, no strings, no drama. I’ve comforted girls crying in my bed because I “forgot” to text back. I’ve hosted parties wild enough to get us blacklisted from half the East Coast. I don’t get caught up. But this? This is a disaster in slow motion. And Garrett warned me. Ages ago. Back when we were still getting to know each other, sitting in the kitchen late at night, bonding over protein shakes, hockey, and how many weird noises Logan makes when he sleeps. He tossed it out casually, like it meant nothing. “My little sister’s got a crush on you. Ju