Khloë raised her hands. “Fine. Hey Harper, how come Knox didn’t join us for lunch?” “Just because he’s my anchor doesn’t mean we’re together 24/7.” “Yeah,” said Khloë, “but you guys have been doing the hunka-chunka.” Devon’s face scrunched up. “Doing the what?” “You know…Riding the flagpole. Roasting the broomstick. Going deep into the bush. Pounding the punanni pavement.” “Stop, stop,” laughed Raini, her hand on her chest.
