“Here you go . . .” Ian was there, his hands full of granola bars. “Beat ya,” Jamie told him. “Oh,” Jared said, appearing on Jamie’s other side. He also had too many bars for one. Ian and Jared exchanged a long glance. “Where’s all the food?” Kyle demanded. He stood over an empty box, his head swiveling around the room, looking for the culprit. “Catch,” Jared said, tossing granola bars one by one, hard, like knives.
