Nathan has the same thought I do, and we both turn sharply at each other and yell, “I call it!” I point at him. “I said it first!” He rolls his eyes. “Not even close. It was a tie.” No way in hell am I losing out on this creepy board. “Why do you need it? Look around, buddy—it doesn’t go with your decor in the least.” He lifts a brow. “And it goes with yours?” “No…” I narrow my eyes and pretend to be a contractor, measuring it with my fingers. “But it is the perfect size to hide that big crack in my bedroom wall.” He shakes his head. “We’ll settle this the right way: a thumb war.” I scoff.
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