Little Kylie Jenkins… Well, she’s not so little anymore, and yet will always be the little girl in pretty pink dresses to me. Growing up, she was my sister’s best friend. They were inseparable but have since drifted apart. We don’t advertise it, but we know each other well, and she’s doing me a solid here. “You owe me big time. I could have hooked up for real,” she says, but it’s obvious she doesn’t mean it. Ignoring her comment, I walk closer. She smiles and stands, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for that? How did you know Luke was on my back?” “Why are you thanking me? Maybe I
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