Shayla knocked on the quaint cabin door and dropped her hand to the doorknob. She couldn’t hold this tray of coconut lime bread for much longer. It wasn’t Travis’s house, but the energy and vibrancy pulsing through windows meant he was here.
“Come in,” someone yelled, and it sounded like Clarissa.
Shay opened the door and toed her way inside just as anoth…
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