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The screen goes dark, then words slide in from both sides.

“It’s a match!”

First I am excited, then I am confused.

I just got here. Literally, my account is less than four minutes old. How did they know? I thought you had to both click “like” in order for it to work?

Does that mean…

Are they looking at me right now?

Suspiciously, I crack open my bedroom door again and peer out down the hallway and across the game room.

Harrison catches my eye and raises an arm when he sees me, waving excitedly over his head.

“It’s a match!” he yells out across the room.

Suppressing the urge to laugh, I sneak out of my room and tiptoe toward him.

“Stop yelling!” I school him. “The kids aren’t even up yet!”

He holds out his cell phone toward me, though he is too far away for me to make out what is on the screen.

Like I don’t already know.

“It’s a match!” he yells out again with a grin.

I suddenly realize that Boone and Ambrose are in the kitchen too, looking me up and down from where they stand behind the granite counter.

Their expressions are hungry and curious. Boone jerks his chin at me, as though beckoning me closer.

“What’s going on?” I ask nervously.

“Oh, come on, don’t pretend you don’t know,” Harrison smirks. “This is happening. Now, get your ass over here!”

Chapter 12

BOONE

Iwoke up because, literally, Harrison texted me seventeen times in a row.

Get up.

Help.

911.

Get up now.

Now!!!

Fucking help me, bro!

And so on.

Thinking he had set the kitchen on fire or found another squirrel in the fireplace —the guy is weirdly afraid of squirrels—I stumble out into the hallway, still in my boxers, and find Ambrose doing the same thing.

“You know what this is about?” Ambrose asks me.

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