“Then I guess we’d better get them started.” With a flourish, I pulled the dish towel off the s’mores platter I’d assembled. “Whoa.” “Let’s go, ladies,” Knox called from outside. “You heard the man,” I said, nudging her toward the door. “He makes you smile.” “What?” “Knox. He makes you smile. A lot. And he looks at you like he likes you a lot.” I felt my cheeks flush. “Oh, yeah?” She nodded. “Yeah. It’s cool.” We ate too many s’mores and sat around the campfire until dark. I expected Knox to make an excuse to head home, but he followed us inside and helped me clean up while Waylay—and
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