“It’s not the same.” She pouted. “Ollie was hot.” “Excuse me?” Jacob almost knocked over his pyramid of awesome. “I’m hot.” Cam frowned. “So I am.” I elbowed him in the stomach. “Well, since I must explain the obvious.” Brit plopped her fry in the mayo with flourish. “Jacob, you don’t like girls. Cam, you’re hopelessly devoted to Avery, and that left Ollie.” I grinned. Jacob looked up, his lips slipping into a small grin. “Well, there is one more.” Twisting at the waist, I followed his gaze. Jase was across the road, heading for us. Brit sighed. “Yeah, I couldn’t handle him.” “Why not?” I
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