Dustin rolled his eyes. “Should I be laying down for this conversation, Dr. Davis? Are you bringing out the ink blots next?”
“I’m just saying!” Jewel said innocently.
The chuckle Dustin gave him in return was half-hearted. Because, God knew, Dustin had been asking himself the same question. “Probably that I’m a no-good, dirty slut.”
“You didn’t know that already?”
Jewel ducked as Dustin threw a bottle cap at him.
“Actually,” Dustin said, trying to keep the disappointment from edging into his voice. “That’s probably not too far from the truth.”
Dustin lifted his eyes and watched Jewel scooch over until they sat side by side. Jewel leaned into Dustin’s shoulder. “Listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with you or what you do. You’re a good person. You mean well. If you haven’t found the right guy yet then so what? There’s nothing wrong with grabbing a piece if no one’s getting hurt by it.”