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Chapter Ten-2
“Oh my God, Griffin. That’s a lot.” “Oh, it’s fine.” I strike a match against the matchbox. “Are you s—” The flames roar to life with an audible whoosh when I drop the match in the center of the pile. Heat rolls off the wood like the waves of the nearby ocean, instantly enveloping us in warmth. I rub my hands together over my creation, admiring it. That’s a damn good fire. “You seem proud of yourself,” Layne says, scooting closer to the fire. Closer to me. “Not all of us are fancy career women. The rest of us little people have to make do with smaller accomplishments.” I gesture at the flames, and in my best caveman voice, I growl, “Man make fire. Man feel good.” Layne snickers, bumping me with her elbow. I take a chance and wrap my arm around her, pulling her against my shoulder. Sh
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