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According to Kenzie’s text, she should be arriving shortly. I left a note with the registration desk to have her meet me in the venue room tomorrow at nine in the morning.
I’m home, finishing my list of all the things we have to accomplish and there are a few loose ends, but the list of questions I left for her to answer before our meeting tomorrow should clear that all up. My front door opens and shuts. I’m not expecting anyone since it’s Sunday afternoon, so I frown.
“What’s up?” Easton shouts then appears in my kitchen.
I shut my computer and slide it across the table. “Hey, man.”
He goes to my fridge because that’s where he always goes when he arrives here. He puts a six-pack of beer inside and takes out the carton of orange chicken from last night’s takeout. Moving ove
