Bryce brushed his hands down the front of his shirt, wondering if the red, yellow, and black plaid was trying too hard.
“It’s perfect,” Kassie said as she framed herself in the doorway of his bedroom. “You’re not changing.”
“I hate yellow,” he said, turning toward her. “I don’t know why I agreed to this.”
“Because Stockton and I need another couple to go w…
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