Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Hayden stands in the archway to the kitchen, a bottle of champagne in one hand and what I assume is a bottle of whiskey in the other. And wouldn’t you know, he’s wearing a Chilli costume. Chilli, who’s Bluey’s mom. Bandit’s wife. They are a couple. Peyton’s head snaps my way, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “This is hilarious. Did you plan this?” I shake my head, stunned speechless. Hayden watches me cautiously. There’s a tense line in his broad shoulders. His eyes focus on mine behind his black frames, a silent question flashing through them: Are
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I’m going to throw up.
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