When the door cracked open, a man in his forties greeted us with a huge smile. He had short dark hair with a bit of gray mixed in, wore a dark tee, and was barefoot. Another man with a much larger build and longer dark hair opened the door wide and said, “Come in.” The house smelled nice when we stepped in, like someone had been baking. “Oh, huh… Shelly?” I turned to see the shorter guy staring at me, his mouth slightly dropped open. Did she forget to tell him I was coming? “Um… I—this… Sorry, I’m Jack. I just wasn’t expecting a girl, we… Oh, Grayson,” he called out to the other man, who had
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