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Logan blinked He couldn’t re fro hiht had been ato say, a swell of e in his throat

Pop turned back to the TV and farted San settled back on the couch Maybe he wasn’t good or great, but he hadn’t felt so okay in a long time He still didn’t have a job, and his stepson still hated him, but at least thanks to this deal with Seth, he wasn’t homeless

He watched the Showcase Shoith his Pop, yelling at the contestants for their stupid bets, and let Noah suck on his finger until the kid started screa

Chapter Six

“Left!” Bill Derwood barked, leaning on his cane

Straining, Seth, Logan, and Jun shifted, trying to line up the quartz counter just right on the island When Bill gave them the okay, they lowered it, and Seth exhaled and rolled his wrists when he could let go

Fro with a toy du rooled Jun raised his palh fived him

Jenna’s husband was on the shorter side, wore round glasses, and had a build Seth’s mother would have called “husky,” with the iht not be far behind if he wasn’t careful

Why he still cataloged people’s appearance through the prisment, Seth wished he knew Maybe because when he looked in the e him

She’d always favored short, trimmed hair, clean-shaven faces, shirts tucked in, and slacks creased down the middle Brandon used to tease Seth about how he ironed his pajamas

Seth squirmed with embarrassment now as he looked at hoas dressed—polo shirt tucked into his khakis and Oxfords since Bill had insisted everyone wear sturdy shoes while the as being done Bill, Logan, and Jun were all in jeans and old tees, Bill with a ratty cardigan over top, and work boots

Seth tried not to stare as Logan bent over, deni near the base of the island

Now if I could find a rear end like that on Grindr, ht Or left, or whatever you’re supposed to do