Looks like the Brighton brothers are actually warming up to me. Unlike their icy cold little sister. Karli…Can’t stop thinking about the girl. I’ve been denying it this whole time, but despite my dedication to following my two—very important—rules, it’s true. In fact, every time someone with long, dark hair walks into the bar tonight, for a split second, I actually find myself hoping it’s her. And then I have to tamp down my disappointment when I realize that it’s not.
