Nick held out his hand for Colton’s duffel and the football under his arm. “Got everything?” “Yep. All the essentials. Porn mags, beef jerky, Tic Tacs—” Nick froze. Colton laughed as he brushed by Nick and held open the front door. “Dude, you should see your face! Oh my God, I should have been filming. Jesus, no, I didn’t bring any of that.”
