This is an out. This is totally an out, he can tell by the innocent look on Davin's decidedly not innocent face, and he'll take it because he's got a real housewife of Siren Cove over here--"It's Lyndsey. L-Y-N."--trying to get her hand down his pants every time she pats him on the chest with another flirty laugh. Normally, he's all for it, but there's a giant rock on her ring finger and that means Coop's going to have a hell of a time explaining shit if Lyndsey's husband ever finds out that Coop's checked out more than her dog. That's exactly the kind of mess Coop likes to avoid.

He holds a finger up at Lyndsey before gesturing at Davin, apologizing with as much false sincerity as he can muster before promising to come back as soon as he's available and taking Davin by the arm to whisk off to anywhere else. "Jesus fucking Christ, I could kiss you right now," Coop tells him, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his hair. He cautiously glances over his shoulder, just in time to catch sigh of Lyndsey looking like she's ready to rip someone's face off as she spins on her heels and stalks away, shouting for her young son to join her. "Goddamn winner, I'll tell you, man."

He lets out a harried sigh before turning back to Davin and plastering on a more genuine smile. "So dude, what's up? No encounters with any ghosts in the woods this week, right?"