Kenna

A sharp scraping sound pulls my attention from the book in my lap. I blink then whirl in the chair I’ve been lounging in for the better part of three hours to find my cousin Ryan dragging a massive grill across his back patio.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

“Dinner.” He grins then picks up the grill like it weighs nothing and walks to the far side of the patio where the concrete gives way to a stretch of emerald green grass before it meets the woods.

I huff out a breath as Ryan continues his show of strength. “You’re such a show off, Ryan.”

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