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Chapter Seven
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Later that night, the guys are taking the meat off of the grill as I finish up in the kitchen. I laid out a blanket in the yard, so that Ricky, Val and Van could have a picnic as they requested. I fix their plates and then carry them outside to them, passsing them out. Ricky runs and gets them each a can of Dr. Pepper that Wyatt bought. I make sure they have everything they need before I move over to the guys at the grill. I watch as Wilder flops the last burger on a plate.
“Let's eat.” Wyatt says, giving me a smacking kiss on the lips, before he heads into the kitchen. I shoot a startled look at Wilder but he looks unfazed by it. He just grins and gestures for me to go before him. Wyatt just kissed me in front of my brother! What does that even mean? I kind of thought what we were doing was more of a casual, don't let anyone know type of deal. Yet, here he is, kissing my
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